>>5599231>observeThey hang back and observe the two thieves — their knowledge is worthless if they die with it.
The two thieves finally reveal themselves while carrying the buckets of stolen food. Dark skin. Cracked palms. They look just like those other customers.
They open the large wooden door with a slit and hurriedly carry their buckets of food out of the Old Whaler.
The two crows discreetly return to the customer area and inform the rest of the crows about what happened.
Before they do, they notice a crumbled paper on the floor where those two thieves were. Must’ve fallen out of their pockets when they were leaving.
Wet from blood and viscera, but readable.
A poster that advertises an annual fishing competition in the north east section of the market district. First to fifteenth day of the first month. Determined by weight.Sira and his crows decide to leave the Old Whaler and follow the two thieves.
Their panicked breathing and footsteps become louder as the night goes on…
They run across the forest, trying to go somewhere north.
Long shadows sweeps over them. Faintly perceptible among the darkness is a tall figure, taller than any building and possessing long fingers. A malnourished thing with a skeletal figure and a mouth that is barely large enough to fit a needle through it.
Sira has heard stories of this entity before.
This is a 'Preta', a supernatural entity that is unable to pass on and is perpetually hungry. Particularly powerful ones can induce death in living beings.
Rather than attacking the two thieves, the Preta’s fingers reach for the buckets of fish, scooping up a few fillets of it.
It unsuccessfully pours it down its mouth. Most of the fillets don’t make it in, splashing onto the ground and leaving small chunks of fish everywhere.
