Spying the ravens as well, something of who he once was tinged inside of him. The sight of a raven always filled him to the brim with dread. Sharing his name, ravens always gave the warrior a phantom feeling of who he once was. Feidlimid hated ravens.

Without some divine calling to tell him what to feel, Feidlimid too felt something pulling at him. Maybe there was some divine calling, something did tug frightfully at his heartstrings. Tugging at his very core, telling him there was something to the East. Perhaps some Great One called to him, pulling him along by his hand towards danger once again. Or maybe it was lunacy. Lunacy that told him that there were going to be plunder and bloodshed to the east. Was the sense of want ever wrong? Does the heart of a man ever tell him to do what he truly thinks is wrong?

Probably, but philosophy  is lost on the Undying Raven. 

This pull, this drive. 

It called to him strongly, like a screaming in his ears. Banging on his head, the Raven clutched at his own forehead and grumbled. Feeling the furs of his strange garb rub between his fingers gave a scarce feeling of comfort, but the calling still drummed his skull. It compelled him to stand, it willed him to grasp the handle of his weapon. Sunken blade dragging from the dirt where it had fallen to rest. 
With some strange staggering steps forward from his resting place, Feidlimid lurched forward. The axe dragging its blade deeply through the dirt, a line of torn earth behind his every unsettling step. 

As he began walking, his mouth had begun speaking of its own accord. Drawing him forward as he hollered in a maddened tone. [color=f7976a]"The East! Must go East!"[/color] Saliva flecked from the edges of his mouth, every syllable clicking his filed teeth against one another. Repeating his cry with more intensity as he began walking faster and faster. 

The other warriors watched him with sad or bemused eyes, the warrior had clearly lost his mind. Most ignored his shouting, others watched him walk off. Whatever he was shouting about was likely nonsense, those most strongly addicted to the Berserker Drug are never sane.