Feign walks up to one of the dead hunters, kneeling down next to him.  He mutters something under his breath.  "-and your soul be carried on black wings." He passes a hand over the body's eyes and sighs.  Easily the<span style="font-style: italic">least</span>glamorous facet of being reborn of a raven is that spiritual connections aside, they are a carrion-eating bird.<br/><br/>Like a street magician pulling a coin out of the air, he pulls his hand away with the hunter's eyes.  He stands up, popping them into his mouth and swallowing each whole like a large pill.<br/><br/>Suddenly, there's a whimper from one of the side tents, his vision darts to the sound, catching a glimpse of a human trying to hide amongst some crates.  Likely someone who had an adverse reaction to seeing him preform his ritual.  "Now, now, don't take that the wrong way."  He strides towards the tent as he keeps talking, "Just keeping the balance of this place light. can't have too many wandering ghosts you see, bad mojo and all that."<br/><br/>He dodges as he throws open the tent flap, and tranquilizer dart flies uselessly over his shoulder.  He isn't surprised to see the doctor's terrified face, "Oh, I was wondering when I'd see<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>again."  He smiles and dodges another shot from the dart gun.  Before the man can pull off another shot, Feign's hand is on the gun, wrenching it free from the doctor's weak grip.  "I know someone who will want to talk with<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>."<br/><br/>Later, Feign drags the unconsous doctor behind him as he walks into the center of the camp where the two nagas are feasting, "Tamara, look who I found.  Didn't even have to sedate him.  He fainted before I had the chance."<br/><br/>(I hope that wasn't too disturbing with the eye-thing...<img alt=":o" src="./images/smilies/icon_surprised.gif" title="Surprised"/>I<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>try to be discrete about it.)