Darker Darks.

[*Selebius]

"I was killed by an Inevitable."

The Devourer taps its skull where still a jagged hole is visible.

"However I was changed and mentally enslaved by the eater first... for me it was this moment my life really ended."

[*Rainbow Prism]

"I learned everything I needed."

Taking step back from the creature, Cipher turned to it's creator.

"Your turn."

[*Selebius]

The Devourer turns to face the tiefling the figure caught in the undead's ribcage struggling agains an invisible cage, screaming in terror and despair. The undead towers over the women and while it stays silent its presence alone is unsettling.

Looking at the offered item the tiefling will recognize it as a part of a creature similar to the one she encountered.

[*Rainbow Prism]

Looking back at massive creature, warrior's eyes could not help but wander to critter trapped in ribcage, which on closer examination had features of agony on it's face. Shuddering at the abomination in front of her, Raila turned back to the Dustie, looking at claw of familiar metal.
It was undoubtedly the claw of the same design. Of the same brass.

"Hold it, cutter. I am not doing this for charity. I need some music in return. I answer your questions, you sing some darks to me."

[*Midnight]

Emila's eyebrows raise and a flicker of a smile, as a devout follower of Vecna she understood the value of secrets.

"Knowledge? And here I was thinking that you living things prefered more material things. I cannot interest you in gold in your pocket? An item of power created? An undead warrior to fight at your side?"

Emila's grin broadened as she spoke her offers

"Or perhaps the chance to speak to a departed loved one, one last time?"

Yes she thought to herself wealth and sentiment. That is what the living liked, and the two things in the multiverse for which she cared least.

[*Rainbow Prism]

The eyes, which had recognition when they looked at the metal part, now bore into Factor with irritation. Alien violet eyes had sparks in them when lips moved.
"There are chants of corpses coming recently on your slabs. Who were they?"

[*Midnight]

Pale hazel eyes stare back they never blink.

"Everyone who dies in the cage ends up on our slabs, and it is a violent cruel place. You will have to be more specific."

[*Rainbow Prism]

"Tattoo of hourglass on their hands. Who were they and how they died?"

[*Midnight]

She laughs. It is a low throaty chuckle. She turns gesturing to the devourer.

"Why don't you ask one of them yourself?"

[*Rainbow Prism]

Blond girl sighs, crossing her arms.
"I thought you wanted information?"