Cullen was in a deep slumber buried under the thick of his blankets. The sound of his low grumbling snore escaped from under the mound. He left the window slightly opened when he slept. He like the smell of fresh air as he slept, chill of the night that accompanied was the trade off.<br/><br/>Mid-dream his vision started to change. What was once him climbing up an icy mountain morphed into him sitting in a nosy pub. The stranger behind him was lightly poking at his shoulder. Cullen turned in his dream to speak to the stranger, “Eh, if you like that finger I’d quit pokin’ it at me.” The stranger was silent for a moment before letting out a bird like squawk. Cullen jumped at the oddity both in his dream and real life which pulled him awake. Laying there for a moment he mumbled,<i>dreaming about bird men? What the hell.</i><br/><br/>Just as he went to stretch out, he felt tiny claws stepping and tapping on top of his covers. He quickly threw them back to see what had entered his room. The raven flew up out of reach and settled at the bedpost. It shook its leg out almost frustrated. “Listen Raven, it’s too early for this shit. Calm your beak.” He leaned over pulling the note free. The raven pecked at Cullens hand once before flying off. “Yeah the feeling is mutual”<br/><br/>Opening the note he squinted trying to think of what it could be. Knowing he himself hadn’t stirred up any trouble he decided to pause his morning routine and instead head to the Master’s office.