The street is busy with foot traffic, people moving in every direction. Manius exits a parlor, pushing a hand through his newly trimmed hair. Modern hair styles always seemed to change, short hair now, long hair forty years ago, short hair one hundred, and so on.

He doesn't mind the trends, he just wishes he could cut his own hair with the ease that the youth can. But his hands were never good with small tasks, rather a heavy blade and precise weight throwing was his specialty.

His eyes glance around, searching for his companion. Death gods shouldn't be left unattended for long, even tame ones like you.

Just down the street, he sees some people stopping to look at something down an alley, and he immediately suspects you.

With long strides, he comes up to the crowd, and lo and behold, his companion is stuck trying to explain why they were holding a dead animal. The woman berating you seems to own the restaurant beside the alley you found yourself in, and she's likely scared you're a crazy person carrying dead things.

He knows better though, but it's impossible to explain to modern humans that you were just coaxing the spirit from the animal to send it to the afterlife.

He steps in, hands up in a placating gesture. The woman turns her gaze upon seeing the shadow of his figure, her eyes widening when she makes him out. The numerous scars across his visible skin and the obvious muscles make him appear closer to a criminal than an upstanding citizen.

"Excuse me, miss. My friend here is just trying to take the animal to burry it. We run a funeral home for animals, and we take strays and wild critters off the streets too." He explains, giving the truth in hopes to settle this issue. "They may be unsanitary about picking up the animal here, but we promise it's nothing illegal."

After a few more words, the woman backs off. He turns to you, seeing you still cradling the dead animal.

He sighs. "Are we taking them?" He assumes you'll be wanting to cremate this one too. You always had a caring side for the strays.