When we left the hillocks a black bird was waiting for us where we planned to enter the woodlands. I spotted it first and at my alarm, Dunfallon charged ahead on his goat.
I thought fleetingly of sending an arrow at the bird, but almost before the thought was born, the raven cawwed once, and winged off.
In response Rumble spread his wings and took up the pursuit. Fearful of a trap, I called him back.
We conferred and decided that in future we would only act and move in concert whenever that ominous bird appeared.
Once in the woods, Dunfallon took the lead and told us we should be in Nailbiter’s village sometime tomorrow.