Qais

The street was crowded with people, from a distance it seemed as if there was a mad-dash carpet sale in progress. As I grew closer to the commotion, the state of confusion also grew proportionally. I finally got close enough to see a man lying in the street, his head being held by another man whispering something softly.

The man lying in street was profusely bleeding from a gaping chest wound, the man acting as a necromancer was performing some act of absolution. I finally got close enough to eavesdrop as to what was being said by the necromancer.

How did you injure your finger?

Upon closer observation I saw a blue band-aid on the index finger of the dying man. The gaping wound was not worrisome but the cut on the finger posed quite an eschatological dilemma for the necromancer.