<br/><br/><br/><br/>"For someone who can't speak you certainly do talk a lot" The Widow said to Crow. "I have met both Typhon and the Physician. I had initially hoped that the Physician and I could pool our creative knowledge, but The Mask of Winter's is a bit to covetous for that. Typhon, I'll just say, is quite the man."  The Widow's amusement turned into shock as Crow revealed more and more personal information. For his generosity Crow was scoured by the resonance he had built up.<br/><br/>The Widow walked over to the other Deathknight, took a deep breath, and said, "Careful now Crow, you're making me hungry." It saw little reason to continue to conceal the brilliance of it's augmentations. The Widow's lamprey-like tentacles rose out of it's cloak. The two tentacles that flanked Crow snaked over across his waist as The Widow patted him on the back: a gesture meant to show support and comfort the other deathknight. "What you all just saw is our precious Crow's reward for providing you all with such potentially life-saving information."<br/><br/>The Widow turned back to the rest of the group. "Just in case it wasn't made clear, yes I too am an Abyssal. Our crow here is one of The Wretched, I am one of the Blasphemous. I do not like violence, I prefer to use negotiation when I can, and I have great skill with things related to necromancy." The Widow said, it's piercing silver gaze turning to Curious Eyes. "So my sweet friend, I can craft you a replacement arm that looks and works better than the one you lost."<br/><br/>Finally, it's attention turned back to Crow. It leaned in and spoke softly to him. "My skill with anatomy makes me an excellent healer Crow. I can doctor up your wounds and have you better in no time."