"I think he got the wring instructions." Trickster said, Crow looking depressed as shadows hung over her face, "I'll see if I can find him." With that, they headed down the stairs. "Going to search for bones!" Trickster shouted, feeling guilty on lying as she went out into the woods, looking for 895. Crow just leant against the wall, still depressed and mumbling on about how he was gonna probably kill her later.