Four limbs, a body, and a head with long black hair that wobbled listlessly with the motion. Until he placed it on the ground before me, making me stare at Harlen’s black ink mark beneath his ear. A river of blood welled from his head, seeping into his abandoned eyes, turning them crimson. “Here’s a meal for’ye, courtesy of the Lord Brisden.” With a chuckle, he turned and walked away. “A feast fit for ye ravens, ye filthy carrion feeder. Kraa. Kraa.”
