I AM TO MEET A COMPANION OF MINE HERE TO DISCUSS MATTERS THAT AFFECT EVERYONE IN THIS CITY, Death replied, well aware of the implications of his words and wondering if his companion had even been in the city for that long.

He hated to turn this power on anybody he liked, but unsure times called for very decisive measures. When he next spoke, his voice had a certain tone that had not been present before, one expecting the absolute truth in a question's answer and complete obedience in response to any command. For all this power, the question in itself was quite simple. CAN I TRUST YOU?