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[color=B100de][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Shadowell Manor: Chair 15 -> Chair A
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[i]
You fly back to master now, 
Little Raven.
Fly, fly, fly. 
Fly, fly, fly.
[/i]

A flicking backstroke on the back of his feathered friend signaled the permission the ravenous raven sought. As the men gathered and kicked about the littered pieces to their final resting place, he could deny his partner no more. The bird flew off after the scent of a fresh kill, leaving the harlequin alone with the other man ahead of him. Though now their seats had turned into benches, and if his eye did not deceive him, did the lady ahead of the man faint? Tutting and shifting himself about, he adjusted himself to the rotating seat, resting his back against the bench. Can they get a move on already or will they be just as cold as their meal?

Bloodied beak tore away at the scraps of flesh. Black feathers baptized red, as the raven buried itself into the remains. An early meal to gorge over, but in the midst of it all, an unblinking eye spotted the gleam which beckoned the curiosity. Paused mid-meal to investigate the lustrous sheen that caught its eye from pecking out the liver. Hopping over to the sheen, parted beak like grasping fingers, tugging away until its prize came free. Taking wing the raven returned, fluttering from past the treetops ominously before perching on the right shoulder of its partner and paid tribute the shiny, bloodied locket from its sharp jaws. A lovely locket, quite a steal.