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From a little distance, a figure stood watching the crowd. A raven escaped from the shapeless blob of people.

A raven.

Something snapped. The figure ran forward, into the light. The gracious robe and firm scythe did not betray the true nature of this odd character. Swiftly, he ran after the raven, away from the turmoil and into the darkness, because it was night.

"Raven, where doth thou go?" he asked the animal while running. The raven stopped in mid-flight.
"How do you know I can talk?" asked the raven.
"Well, I figured that a bird with a tiny backpack and a tie would talk." answered the guy. "Now, where are you going, raven?"
"I'm flying out of the script", it answered. "Please, let me disappear into infinition."
"Okay. 'Till we meet again."

The bird took off. The character followed.

"So stop following!" the raven cried.

The robed person apologized and turned around. Back to town. Oh yes.

He was just planning his first steps into the right direction when he heard a horn and armor creaking. "WHO BE YOU?" he asked, trembling slightly. "WHO BE YOU NEARBY IN THE DARK, CREAKING YOUR ARMOR AND SOUNDING YOUR HORN?!" He looked around for a caps-lock button, but there was none nearby.
"DAMN, I MUST'VE ACCIDENTLY STEPPED ON THE DREADED BUTTON WHILE RUNNING HERE", he thought to himself so loud it hurt.