Annoyed, Moonfeather started to gather her mana for a really major spell when a fist of ice clutched her heart, cutting off her air. She stopped stone cold. There on the second level stood a man dressed oddly even for the sprawl: tight trousers, an open long coat, mink or some animal skin fedora hat, dreadlocks sticking out from underneath like hairy octopus tentacles, gold earrings, a big gold tooth. He was gesturing with a thick elaborately carved cane, dripping with beads and feathers and bones. A juju staff. His hairless chest was painted white and then covered with red symbols and runes. A small leather pouch on a twine necklace dangled about his neck. He was a hougan, and that was a voodoo soul bag.