The conversation kept most of the pack occupied within the shade of the inn, paying attention one another. The one who noticed the raven out the window first was Sabine. She eyed the creature curiously for a few seconds. Then, not saying a word, she stood up from her chair and slowly paced up towards the window. Her eyes were narrow.

Sabine felt that something was amiss. The bird was out of place.

The others caught on to Sabine's gaze. Fendros craned his head to see what Sabine was looking at. "What is it, Sabine?" He asked.

"The only person I know who can turn into a raven is Marcaille," Sabine commented.

Everyone was quiet. Fendros glanced to Janius, Ahnasha, Kaleeth, and Meesei. "Marcaille is back home, isn't she?" A realisation came over him; their contact mentioned that one of Do'rhajul's specialists was a witch.