Roland walked down the streets of the town, following the pull of the tattoo.  He knew that the marked one was close, but not exactly where they were.  He could have covered more ground in an automobile, but could not stand the human contraptions.  Being all cooped up inside solid metal was uncomfortable for most of the Fae folk.<br/><br/>He rounded a corner and found himself walking through the center of the town.  There were neon lights advertising various businesses.  One was a tattoo parlor.  A man stood in the doorway, staring at him.  Roland winked at him, and moved on.  The artist who had done the tattoo was paid well for each enthralled human, though it had been the man's father who had delivered the last one.<br/><br/>He rounded another corner and felt he was very close indeed.  Any second now, he would find his prey.