[Early in the morning, while many gathered in the hospice for comfort, company, and healing, blood gathered on the cobbles leading down an alley way, thinning under the rain. Suddenly many of the patrons ran into the raining morning, looking for a bird that had flown wildly from the door. Minute later, the door flew off the hinges and, sword in hand, the large healer shouted into the air.]
"SHOW YOURSELF!"