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"You are here because frankly you were in the right place at the wrong time. Or perhaps you were in the wrong place at the right time? It's not important, you died at the right place and at the right time. You died in the middle of a situation that some of us are interested in. You unique position gives you a certain value to myself and some of my friends, which is why you find yourself here instead of somewhere else. We brought you here but that is about as far as the consensus has gotten." Chicome took a deep drink from her wine, finishing the rest of her cup. "We thought this would be a good place for you to spend a few days, an enjoyable afterlife before we need you to go back."

"Back?" Itzi asked, being polite more then anything else. He knew what she meant from the look in her eyes. There was only one back, and the memories of it had been slowly sinking into his consciousness since she told him that he was dead.

"Yes. We need you alive. Certain tasks are well suited to your kind."

"My kind?"

"Alive."

The performer finished his third song and the crowd erupted with cheers and applause. This applause differed from the other responses from the crowd as it seemed to last longer. The crown began stomping it's feet in time with the clapping and soon the very walls of the inn were shaking.

"He loves this part." Chicome sighed. "Encores should be abolished for being the useless ego stroking that they are. Of course he's coming back," Chicome said with a raised voice to the crowd that paid no attention, "he does this every night!"