(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

kill me and that makes it hard to get my stuff out. I need someone to take
care of it."
I blinked, "What's a gehreleth?"
He shrugged. "It's just some dumb creature intent on eating everything it
sees…”
"Why don't you deal with it yourself?"
"I'm not a warrior, it would kill me outright." He glanced at my scars.
"Anyone who can survive what you obviously have should be able to deal
with it."
"What do I get if I take care of it for you?"
He smiled. "I can use a partner. Business is good and I can't distribute
everything by myself. We'll split the profits down the middle. What do you
say?"
"Sure, why not."
His smile broadened. "Great. Anything else?"
"I'm looking for a deva. I've heard he's in Curst."
Voorsha frowned. " A deva... I've heard rumors..."
"What rumors?"
He shrugged and looked away. "Some digging was going on down here to
expand the prison. Word is they broke into an unknown chamber by
accident..." He turned back to me. "Found something or someone there,
imprisoned. Some say it was a deva that was found. Others say if was
baatezu, and others say it was a tanar'ri. Don't care myself. Whatever it is, I
intend to stay away from it."
"Where is this chamber?"
"I have no idea. Keep poking around down here and you're likely to find it...
not that that would be a good thing, mind you."
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