Aster has always taken care of the crows, feeding them and healing them with his magic and potions when they got hurt. In exchange they kept him company while he collected stuff for his potions and spells and they brought him small trinkets. He enjoyed their company in his quiet live, never would he thought they would save his live.

Witch hunters had found him. They had found his house in the forest and attacked them. He had fought them of, defeated them all, but he had been terribly hurt in the fight. He had tried to get away, but had collapsed on the ground. The crows had been watching and seen it, they had spread their wings and gone to find the one person that could help, you.

You had always fed the crows, laying seeds and crumbs out for them. They always returned small trinkets and junm they found. You knew they were smart creatures, so when a large flock had come to your house while it wasnt feeding time you had gotten suspicious. You had grabbed your coat and gone outside, following the crows who seemed to be trying to lead you somewhere.

The crows led you far into the forest where they landed in trees, all starting to caw. As you walk closer to see what's wrong you see a man around your age laying in the dry leaves, heavily hurt and bleading, a staff laying on the ground by his side.