Wait by the river, the cards tell him.
Listen for the echo. Shades of the past, spectres of the future.
A glaring of cats when lucky,
A murder of crows when not.
The blood only brings clarity.
Steel Sparrow steadies her sword arm even as the creature continues to elude her.
Still waters in the temple of the mind.
Some sing you to your demise, others are really good at beating you with a stick.