Unknown to either of the men a lone raven sat in the rafters of the tall room who listened intently to their conversation. Even through the idle chat the two carried on for the first several moments of the private meeting it listened very intently with its dark eyes shining in the flickering light of the torches that lit the room. As the conversation moved towards more important matters and the request the King had for his young knight the bird adjusted its feet on the wood beam with anticipation.<br/><br/>Fal'edel Forest was a very dangerous place. Even during the light of day it was quite deadly and even more so at night. Many knights lost their way within the winding thickets and were never heard from again. Often nearby farmers who lost a head of sheep or cattle in the trees would simply call it a lost cause. This was the place young Emmet's greatest test would be taking stage, and a test he would surely fail.<br/><br/>Once the meeting had concluded the Raven opened its wings and dove down till it became level with one of the high windows then darted out into the bright light of day with a triumphant caw. The Evermore witch would finally get her chance to meet with the youth and set into motion her plans.<br/><br/>Within the forest at its very edge a collection of trees and shrubs made the home of the Banshee spirit. Within the home was a woman being held captive by the creature lashed with stabbing vines and twisted roots to prevent movement. Dark hair covered the feminine form and pale skin that bled all across the woman's body. When the youth arrived she would be as cold as death itself but the breath of life still apparent as she drew short shallow breaths. This woman was the same he had seen in his dreams.