Minutes later, Agnar and the two girls walked back into the guild, bloodied and battered. A black crow with a bloodied beak was resting on his shoulder, looking around the guild with a curious face. Most of his wounds were already bandaged, but strangely enough, his head was full of small holes that still bled.
Agnar scratched his head and then looked at the crow with a disdainful glare, "Care to leave me alone for a bit?" The crow simply cawed and flapped its wings angrily. Yuwaku then reached forward and grabbed the crow with both hands.
The crow tried to escape her grasp, but her soft and small hands refused to let go. She looked at him for a few seconds with a passive face, and the crow suddenly burst into a puff of dark smoke.
Agnar looked at her, "Your father is quite the handful." But she looked at him, still wearing her emotionless face. "It is for your own good. You know it."
