"A flock of ravens, huh?" Les just snorts. He imagines Nerium Grimhilde huddled over her wall of stalking fun watching Auryn wandering through the woods as she led him on a merry chase to nowhere. She had a weird way of making friends. Though how many times had Les himself gone pillaging through these woods looking for a way into Grimhilde Manor. Half the reason was the effort it took.

He glances up at the flock of birds Auryn creates from the flames. He's impressed. "This---" Les raises an eyebrow back. "---is cursed land. Legend goes that at Jonatan Thornton's wedding his jilted ex lover showed up and torched the place. Never date a witch I guess. But it makes for a good story."