The crossroads was rather empty tonight. Not the diner nestled snugly on the corner, but the bargaining itself. Abyzu sat in the middle of it, cross legged and brooding, as person after person passed in and out of the little restaurant's front door. She was itching to make a deal. Business had been slow lately, not that it was ever booming, but less and less simpletons seemed to be interested in having whatever they desire. [i]Maybe it's the price[/i], she pondered, picking dirt out from under her fingernails. Parents were less keen on giving up their child's soul instead of theirs. Of course, part of the contract was that they not speak of the deal, so if rules were being broken.. Then she could collect sooner. A wicked smile spread across Abby's face as she pushed herself to her feet. If they wouldn't come to her, she would go to them.