Reaping souls was a grisly business – but curious too, and full of surprises. The final gasp, a last look of wonder (or terror), a squeaky question forced through a dying breath…there was no way to know how a person would ultimately face death until the last second.
Welsan hadn’t filled his soul-glass in a while. His customers weren’t happy; they’d been begging for a fresh supply for weeks – but he wasn’t worried. Murder and war, plague and massacre all thrived in the world, and it was his duty to know where to find them.