The woods hold their breath. Fog curls low around the hollow, and above, the branch gives a soft creak as the big crow watches from the dark.
A twig at Kahlani's feet shifts, nudged by an unseen hand. It points toward the sheltered hollow, like a quiet introduction.
Crowford
No trick. Just... hello.
Crowford drops from the branch in a glide of black-violet feathers, landing lightly on a root a few paces away. Their draconic horns catch the dim light.
Crowford
You handled the river well. Better than most would.
The crow tilts their head, one bright eye fixed on Kahlani's staff, then on the frost clinging to the air around her.
Crowford
This path likes to listen. Safer to speak softly, and safer still to share a name.
The hollow feels less empty now, a hidden corner of the woods waiting for words instead of danger.
✓ Quest Accepted
Gain Crowford’s trust