Jet flew through the woods silently. The only sound he made was air ruffling his feathers. He perched on a tall tree a scant twenty yards from the intruder. Jet turned his head so one beady little eye was directed at the man. The raven was filled with the urge to let out a caw as was his nature, but he knew his Mistress wanted him to keep quiet, so he resisted this urge.<br/><br/>Human. Yes, definitely, human. The man was too tall to be a dwarf or halfling. The funny looking things that poked out of the side of the large, two-legged walkers' heads were not pointy like an elf's.<br/><br/>Jet felt the urge to caw again but fought it back. The man seemed frightened. Yes, Jet had seen that look before in the eyes of prey. The raven quickly turned his head this way and that searching for the thing that must be chasing the intruder, but saw nothing that did not belong. With the fog, it was difficult to see far though. Jet listened. Again, turning his head this way and that. Still nothing out of the ordinary.<br/><br/>The raven focused a single eye on the human again. Shiny. Jet could make out the gold on the hilt of his dagger peeking out from under the muck. There was a crest on the cloak. Jet knew the large, two-legged walkers often identified themselves by marking the feathers they wore. Jet did not know the crest.<br/><br/>The large, two-legged walker was too frightened to be a threat. The only emotion Jet related to his mistress was curiosity.<br/>