Death was dabbling with a few shrunken heads in his skeletal hands. He had switched back to his skeletal form as he was experimenting with his subdued power. Fiddling with one of the small blackened heads, he noticed James walking in from the corner of his eye. "<span style="color: #00BF00">Hello James... Please, sit</span>." Gesturing for the chair beside the table to the very left of himself, close to the door. "<span style="color: #00BF00">Why are you here? is it your demon again?</span>" Death asked knowingly. Placing the shrunken head on the table in front of him, Death uttered an old world cuss.<br/>"<span style="color: #00BF00">Useless things aren't they?</span>" Death gestured to the Head, Speaking in his Cold toneless voice. It sounded much like a thick grating sound you would here from rigged bones on bones. Looking up at James with the black skeletal pits that were his eyes. If you looked close enough at them, you could see a small light green glowing dot in his left skeletal socket.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"Anyway, I am in a helpful mood today so here..."</span>Death placed a small bundle of herbs in front of James.<span style="color: #00BF00">"This should help for today, come back tomorrow and we will exact... payment..."</span>he said cryptically.