Ghost Lion Crag forgotten by the gods

The pale female had a point. As Zsuzsa only lightly observed the behaviors of Ravens in the past, they seemed to be more of the intelligent species of avian that worked together amongst themselves. ”Mm. Suppose you’re right.” The Acolyte mused, now looking thoughtfully at the Raven. It simply stared back with its cold, beady eyes with occasionally looking at the two females. It definitely seemed like some gears was turning in its little bird brain.
 
The occult always fascinated Zsuzsa and she did believe certain things to a degree of it. Her eyes lit up some when she came to an inner realization. ”So then… kind of like a messenger from the beyond? Would this be how spirits communicate?” Zsuzsa believed in the paranormal and already her mind was wondering what dead relative of hers was trying to speak to her from the grave.