[All those monsters that are not monsters have left Cecil wary, and the innocent presence of such a bed in the middle of the plaza does not help. He pokes it with his spear.
[On the one hand, beds are made for sleeping. On the other hand, this is still the middle of the plaza. Cecil hesitates a few seconds, but he finally whistles softly. Immediately, about ten ravens flock to his side.]
...Not with the pointy end, obviously.]
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Ahh... Five more minutes, Lilith... Zzzz...
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Peck that bed. Gently.
[Warning: the ravens are not gentle at all.]
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Mmm... Hey... that tickles...
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Ah, hey! Kn-knock it off!
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[Chastised, the ravens stop pecking.]
Are you one of the villagers?
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...Y-yeah, I am.
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