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Father Quadrial chewed slowly on one of the turkey legs he had taken from the kitchen. He was not certain if he wanted to go on this journey now. A mismatched group, the possibility of running out of food and the two crows circling slowly above were more then a bit offputting.
Then to add insult to injury, a strange looking fellow walks right up looking like danger on two legs and the good father had known many a dngerous man.
The two crows glided in to land on the gate edge.
"We are here to guide you to glory." said the white.
"Follow us and you will die." said the black.
Then they tucked their heads under their wings as if to say 'we'll be ready when you are.'
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