He was an old Antivan Crow, descended from very nearly the oldest. A demonstration telegraphed by the embroidered heraldry on his leathers. He leapt across the gap of an alleyway and made a swift turn as he landed, catching his ebony walking stick between the clay bricks of a chimney. 'He's getting ahead of himself!' Neri de Acutis, silver-haired and wiry, raced the voice across the rooftop tiles. There was disappointment at the ease of it, from both oppressed and oppressor. A daily, omnipresent drone of occupation. Now it echoed across tiled rooftops via magical projection, devices left by long-retreated empires. A baritone backed by gravel, practiced at shouting down subordinates. Characters DLC Packs News Media Help The Tavern Characters DLC Packs News Media Help The Tavern As We Fly By Lukas Kristjanson
