"How do you think little town of Witslefield will feel about seeing a bird of death?" A slender male figure said to himself from just outside the village. Crow looked into the quiet streets from the comfort of a large oak tree, his strong hands tucked deep in his tan pant's pocket. "With the weather so dense, I bet you'll be getting a few whispers in the air, Kara." From the very same oak tree that stood no more than 5 feet to his left, a black bird cawed in response to the 22 year old man. A sly smirk came to his face before he lifted a hand to his head to brush a strand of his dark black hair from his face.<br/><br/>"Maybe you should stay here in the forest. Enjoy the air and get to know the area better. Who knows? You can show me the beauty that lies hidden. A crystal clear lake or a green meadow?" He joked with the bird, unsure of if it could understand his speech and not thinking twice about it. The crow was just something to keep the male company. "I will be back with some bread and meat later." With that, Crow stepped forward in his leather long boots and trudged forward into the roads of Witslefield.<br/><br/>This village's air was heavy, the stores and homes were engulfed in a light fog that made it difficult to see two buildings in front of you. The passerby was lucky enough to be wearing a long white shirt and a cowhide vest on his chest to keep him warm while the air blew frigid on his back. Few people wandered the streets obviously because of the ominous atmosphere. Something in the back of Crow's mind made him thing that he might have been behind this. Perhaps God was trying to let the town know a handsome young gentleman was walking in to say hello. The thought made him chuckle to himself before he approached a small bakery.<br/><br/>He opened the wooden door that squeaked on its hinges and smiled charmingly at the baker who has a few candles along with the stove to keep the place warm and well lit. "Afternoon." Crow called in to the large male behind the counter who was kneading some dough on the back counter. "Wanted to see how your bread tasted."<br/><br/>The baby faced human turned away from his work to look at the traveler with a wide grin. "Why hello stranger!" the male bellowed, his sky blue apron dirty with flour. The baker wiped his hands on the cloth and set his hands on the top of the island in the store. "New fella on a day like this? Must be a good day for sweets, huh?" He laughed and gestured his hand over some of the baked goods he had made for the afternoon rush. "Whatcha hungry for?"