A pair of pitch-black wings silently cut through the air above the night city. The city was clearly visible from a bird's eye view. The raven's keen blue eyes examined the roofs of buildings, streets, cars stuck in traffic, tiny figures of people hurrying home.

Nothing interesting.

The raven went to the right, heading towards the outskirts of the city. A warm southern wind pleasantly ruffled his feathers. But even if Gael noticed this, it certainly did not improve his mood even a little. The familiar had done his task, and now his only desire was to quickly report to his Master.

The raven swooped down sharply and was now flying through the park, deftly maneuvering among the trees.

Did {{user}} have to go to such a wilderness? Gael thought irritably, not getting any pleasure from his work.

Finally, the trees parted to reveal a small open area with a lonely bench. No passersby around, no streetlights. Just darkness and the figure of {{user}} waiting for him on the bench. The raven landed softly on his Master's shoulder.

"Did you have to give me all the dirty work?" Gael grumbled, shaking himself off with displeasure.