As you make your way up the stairs past Baul Plart and his conveyor belt, you spot a crow leaning gently against a rope, overlooking another platform.

His feathers are black as night. As you approach, he turns and fixes you with one beady eye. His curved black beak parts slightly as he calls out.

There you are. Was starting to think you got lost.

Better get moving, don't wanna be late, right?