"Mictena! Mictena!"
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Duskfeather circles around to the east and then north. As he passes above Agni, she feels doubt creep into her mind about her ability with the crossbow.
Duskfeather caws in pain and flies over his aggressor. Don feels doubt creeping into his mind.
The crow turns its head to Niu.
The crow circles back and attempts to give Nu some talon. It dips to attack and raises back to 20 ft.
"I will earn favor with Mictena by saving her the trouble of preparing you for your journey." On that note the crow takes to flight and begins a circular maneuver about 20 feet off the ground.
"Mictena, being distracted may not have made her point and direction to you clearly. We must adhere to the inscrutable rules that govern the flow of souls. Contemplating the final destination of the River of Souls might be uncomfortable for some. That is why we are here. To guide you to your final destination. Travelling the Dead Roads back to Golarion is not an option.You must accept your fate and find your peace. Traipsing back and forth would disrupt the entire system. Something sent you to the land of the dead, yes, and so you need to be properly dead before you can move on."
Retaining his normal masculine voice, Duskfeather says "I wish to have a word with you after the children depart."
The bird looks down briefly and in a masculine voice says "She is gone. I am Duskfeather."
"They had a simple job. To move your on to your rightful place. They only confused you further."
"I am preoccupied with integrating a bandit camp that just died in a mudslide. Thoot and Umble are incompetent and will be disciplined. Now, I must go. Quickly, is there anything else you need of me at this time? I will join you as soon as my work is done here."
The bird sitting on Hollin's head says Hallit: "Those two! Oh, I swear to—! Don’t you worry, dears. Once I’ve helped you, I’ll deal with those ladies properly. Getting you upset like this was irresponsible! I am a psychopomp of highest rank, silly.”
A large crow with white wing tips lands on Hollin's head. A lyrical voice ushers forth with a curious, lilting accent. “Ah, newcomers, you must be the curiosities I heard tell of. I am Mictena, and I cordially welcome you to the Boneyard and eternity. Do not fret about your unusual condition; I shall be with you shortly to correct this horrible error and help you on your way to the final rest you have earned!” |