Unseen by the crowds did he walk amongst them. Featureless and cloaked in black to the fey that sensed his passing. Silent were his footsteps, no shadow in his wake. Sniffing the air tentatively, did he follow the taint of approaching death and moved to make the appointment. In the sky a black carrion bird circled slowly, the only warning of his approach. And the town's folks seeing the harbinger of death in the sky hustled about their business, oblivious to the wanderer that strolled in their midst.

The scent of the appointment was strong, rarely did he need to sniff the air to decide the direction of his meanderings. Cats hissed occasionally as his robe brushed close, but he did not respond. Since the dawn of mortals had this been his task, and he executed with efficiency.

Before a hovel did his footsteps pause. The correct place and a slow look to the sky confirmed the appointed hour. From within the sleeve of his robe, did he withdraw a long serrated knife of a silvered hue. He tested the point on the tip of one of his bone fingers as the carrion bird swept down from the skies to perch upon an adjacent roof. With a nod to the avian he passed through the door and into the dim home.

A fire burned brightly and the members of the clan were gathered on bended knee around a small pallet upon which lay a wounded warrior. Deep were his gashes, bloodied his battered body. He pushed through the gathered tenders and well wishers and stood by the bed and gazed down upon the middle aged man struggling to draw breath. And the injured man's eyes locked on the him, fear and comprehension registering in his rheumy eyes.

"Time." He said, as he nodded to the injured man.

Into the man's shaking hand did he thrust an unseen medallion of some sort of tarnished metal, closing his resistant fingers around it.

"For Treko and the boat. Your time to journey."

He lifted the knife and plunged it into the man's heart, twisting it slowly. Waiting to feel the life pass before pulling it free. With a nod he turned and strode away the scent of another appointment filling the air, the mournful screams of the carrion bird announcing the passing. He passed from their presence and moved forward.