Corvus

Corvus approaches the stranger with an even gait, their shadow seeming to dance around them like an eager companion. They incline their head in a gesture that feels neither subservient nor haughty, their voice like velvet brushing over stone:

"Greetings, traveler. The shadows whisper of your arrival. Tell me, what stories do you carry within your depths? Perhaps we can trade them, like embers under a moonlit sky."