World-Weaver and servant to the most-holy PC
The Falconer's ears perked when the damned man spoke. Clearly, here was someone who at least claimed to know of ancient knowledge... knowledge of these lands before the end. Surely, it must know of the history of Berytos. "Suffering One. Will you not impart some more knowledge with us so that we may avoid such terrible fates? What has befallen this grand city of Berytos? There are dozens of godlings around here. Divine, magical and dangerous beings and artifacts. Will you tell us more? Help the future and seek redemption and peace in your suffering. There must have been a purpose for this fate. The Neird, the Drowning One, the Horned One, the Green Goddess, the Blood Fountain. Are they to be trusted?"
"Berytos as the other mage-states thought we had the answers for all things combing the tombs of gods for their treasures -- then combing the tombs for the shattered fragments of gods themselves. It solved all our problems, in two ways -- it took them away, then they undid us completely."
"You speak of compassion and redemption-- both of which I seek, so I will tell you this more -- Divorce yourself from the tears, if you can. They were never meant for the hands of man, titan, or god... you will come to realize their obscenity in time."
With that, the hanging one spit into the void below. May all my blood fall there, below -- if mercy is a virtue you possess."