Skare watched the crow as it made its lazy descent, a small silver bell around its neck tinkling softly. He scanned the horizon, and raised his hand.
"I sense there's something in the wind, Nevermore," he said as the black bird rested on him. "It feels like tragedy's at hand..."
Skare searched his mind for possible reasons, but couldn't find a satisfying answer.Well, then, i guess we're in for a surprise... He grinned, in spite of his suspicions.