Death was on his way here to meet Timon, and certainly didn't expect to be stopped by somebody he'd never seen before acting as though he'd done something horribly wrong. THAT IS WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW, he said simply, hand ready to summon his scythe - he'd wound the cobra around his waist to leave his hand open, in case something like this should happen. Anybody else would have written off a little girl, but Death had seen dwarves and knew some very interesting things came in small packages.

I HAVE NEVER MET YOU BEFORE, he told Flonne, AND I HAVE NO QUARREL WITH YOU. I WISH TO PASS.