A raven flew into a tree nearby and perched upon one of the branches. It sat there, unblinking and examining the situation. Three humans stood outside a building and among them stood Target Two and Target One, who was supposed to be dead. The raven squaked and flapped its wings, taking off.<br/>~~~~~<br/>Swain sat in his house, marveling at his latest success. When he returned with the news of Target One's death, a small feast was held to commemorate the event. There were many toasts and even an execution of a prisoner of war.<br/><br/>His raven burst through the window and squaked in a rapid fashion.<br/><br/>"He's what? Alive?" Swain fumed, and abruptly stood up, knocking down his chair in the process. He slammed his fist onto a desk next to him. "There is only one solution." He stared at the raven. "I must kill him, and the other targets myself. Come, my bird." Swain grabbed his staff leaning by the doorway and rushed out, heading for Demacia.