Ten:
Upon arriving, Death had two immediate impressions. One, was that there were yet more chicken feathers. He really wasn't all that related to or fond of chickens, he mused, so why did everyone use their feathers to summon him or his magics? Second, was that the man in front of him probably deserved the peace of death more then most.
The man, and he was barely that, was over-thin with whipcord muscles on long, gangly limbs. Messy hair, messy robes, and very striking green eyes filled with loss and sorrow. One look and Death's on-coming feelings of insult and displeasure at someone daring to summon him began to fall away.