Dorek winces, clapping his hands to his ears as a wave of vertigo washes over him and a burst of strange, almost incomprehensible thoughts comes from his shadow. "Ah! Did... d-did anyone else see that?" His head turns, following the bird with a distrustful eye as it takes wing and heads back to Kenabres. "It's l-like the world s-stretched - like I was f-falling, but not in this w-world." He blinks, shaking his head to clear it. "The crow is a b-bird of the night. Dwells in d-dark places. Perhaps it d-dwells too deep in the dark." After a moment, he glances at Nurah. "Have you ever s-seen anything s-strange in the dark, Nurah? Sound made d-darker? Darkness made l-louder? Or perhaps a simple a-absence of light, of e-everything - with no sound at all."