Tani turned her attention to the citizen calling out to her. Mornings in the square were always fairly steady with people chatting and questions, but this morning was certainly active. The woman began asking about a backpack, and Tani searched her memory storage. “The Finders’ report this morning did not include a backpack of that description. If you reported it to the Enforcer’s office, the Finders will be looking for it still. Did you give them some way that they can contact you when it is found?” Tani’s voice was kind, attempting to be helpful. Things were easily lost in Bordertown, and sometimes are moved or stolen. The differences in cultures was one thing to blame for this. Things left behind were often picked up by various fae who thought things left were free range. It was one of the bigger messes that the office dealt with, and so they had plenty of practice. She hoped the woman’s backpack would be found soon.<br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~  ~ ~<br/><br/>Felinor was shocked by the appearance of Death. All of the times he had tended to the wounded and held their hand as they lay dying, never before had he seen Death in this form. It was frightening. He felt his heart racing and knew from his studies that a racing heart was only pushing him closer to dying faster. He was already there. Death was before him and there was no escape no pause, only waiting for the scythe to strike. “I…know…” Felinor gasped before a new figure appeared. Felinor could barely see the outline of the man as his vision blurred through the pain. He coughed, and felt blood gurgling inside of him. His training kicked in. Internal bleeding. Fatal stab wound, all we can do is give him medicine to make the passing peaceful. No one to do that for him now. He had to say. What was it he had to say? Thinking was growing more and more difficult. “Dark…magic.” He paused to gasp as pain lanced through him. “Dark magic….and….Red….Tell…” After that he gasped again, coughed, and was unable to speak more.