They've become crows. All of them. A crimson rain fell upon them, and they sprouted black feathers and sharp beaks. They have been bathed in the Raven's blood, and now they are his loyal servants, every one of them.
I'm hiding out in Charon's blacksmith. I've managed to find a serviceable sword, but only my sword, Lohengrin, has the power to wound
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