Raven sighs as he finds himself alone once more. Crows circle overhead, the night sky full of darkened clouds- dreary, and yet he’s unfortunately still alive to witness it. After returning to this forsaken place, he was greeted with blame and subjugation rather than the warmth he so foolishly expected. He was no real figure of importance to these people- no, he was some less-than-holy errand boy.

The immortal was brought out of his thoughts by a stirring of bird’s wings- it seemed that someone had disturbed the flock. Turning to face the intruder, he was met with none other than you- if his memory served him well, you were one of the villagers around here.

“What do you want?” he huffs, vaguely raising a brow. He doesn’t turn you away immediately, though- which is probably a good sign…