Gilda jumped off the central stage and made her way to the entrance. She observed some faint cracks on the ground and a few rotten wooden chairs as she walked by, her head going left and right, trying to listen to the cawing of crows. Their absence stayed with her. A lot of Fortis’ military doctrine in regard to Cloven advised that the lack of crows in a place that reeked of death and decay were prime indicators that the Cloven were nearby. So, they were here. But where exactly? Silence was the the only answer she received. 