"No, I can't imagine it would be. Do yourself a favor, if you see a really tall guy...," I stop and look at the young man in front of me. "Okay, a guy shorter than you, but still tall. Tattoo on his cheek of a bow and arrow. I don't know about the soul thing, but whatever's in that guy's eyes, you don't want to see it."

I wave at his wallet. "What's that for?"