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“Nay, I have no son,” Mira replied to the man, who had an obvious disdain for her odd speech. “I am a traveler, I’ve walked all through the north until this day, and I will stay here for a time. What is this market day you speak of?” Almost as if listening to their conversation, the black feathered bird above their heads fluttered down between them, right in front of Mira before harping at her. This wasn’t new to her. “Hush already, there...” She reaches into her cloak with her free hand, and produce a few seeds of various origins, which she proceeded to toss out of the way; The annoying thing hopped away to eat it’s fill. In near complete disregard for the crow, Mira returned her attention to the man she was speaking to. “Are merchants coming to this town? I shall stay longer, perhaps.” Mira made note of the mess hall in the distance, which was quite easy given the drunkard stumbling about. The stories that were yet to become known to Mira would no doubt reveal themselves in due time, as the sun grew higher, the town became clearer and livelier, more people poking their heads out of their homes as fires died down. “I am called Mira of the Crows Eye, I do not intend to cause trouble in this village.” She stated, her appearance was a little strange, the sentries wouldn’t disturb a strange looking woman such as herself, and feeding a crow likely didn’t give a good impression of an outsider dressed in black. 

But it was no doubt fate that this old crone had arrived in Norn, for in passing she had seen visions of strange things in the village whose name the spirits whispered to her. Violent things, deep within the cold of the forest. Flashes of hunters being robbed of their kills by something unbeknownst to Mira. She hadn’t ventured out to Norn for the intention of striking down something that was causing grief to the village, as it wasn’t her place. Rather, the sprits encouraged her to travel to this place in particular through their phantasmal ways. To Mira, Norn was just another stop on the road with something to see, but where she could help on her journeys, she indeed would. This knowledge was not something she would readily share with anyone here, the image of an outside who kept crowd and communed with the death would undoubtedly be traced to whatever was on the outskirts of Norn. Until she could put their minds to ease, it would remain a secret between her and the dead.