Eric didn’t like it but he made the decision that made the most sense, “Let’s visit the tribe of the Raven.”
The Raven tribe could give him a lot more information and cover far greater distances than he could as a man. He didn’t like dealing with the spirits despite one residing in him all of his life. The Wolverine was a simple spirit that desired battle and blood and Eric was very willing to offer it a healthy supply but most of the spirits were tricky and manipulative beings. They had a far different understanding of things than mortals and it gave them alien views and desires. The Raven was worse than most but it was also one of the wisest.
He had done favors for the tribe in the past but it didn’t mean there would be no price to pay for going to the place. The barbarian could hear the Wolverine growl as they approached the territory of the tribe and he agreed with the sentiment. They might not be enemies of the Raven tribe but the group had started wars and death for reasons only they could see in the past.
Brightly colored flowers covered the ground as they reached the inner border of the Raven tribe. The odor coming from them was a sickly sweet scent that caused a bit of disorientation, members of the tribe had grown immune to the scent so intruders were the only ones to suffer. Arin covered her mouth with a cloth to diminish the effect but Eric didn’t bother. He had been here often enough that he could compensate for the effect.
They had been watched by the people of these lands since before entering, they watched from cover observing the visitors and assessing them. The barbarian and the bard drew to a halt at a large clearing at the center of the village. Giant trees soared high above their heads and in them, the huts of the villagers could be observed. Eric didn’t bother to call them down or try to go up after them, he had learned from past experience it was better to wait for them.
Their observers seemed to be in no rush to greet their guests so Arin pulled out a flute and started to play to amuse herself. Eric paced angrily as he waited unable to be patient, they enjoyed these games to test people and observe their reactions. Despite being heavily in his debt they still treated him as if they were doing him a favor. The barbarian was close to using his axe to take down the trees when several members of the tribe finally came down to them.
“How may we assist the great Wolverine?” the tribal elder smiled warmly as she came up in her cloak of raven feathers. Ravana was a dark haired beauty who didn’t look affected by the centuries of life she had experienced.
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