In a place that is no place, by the memory of a lake, old adversaries meet...
“Is it that time already?”
“Corvus, I know how much you anticipate our little tête a têtes.”
“I've told you before, don't call me that.”
“But its your name.”
“Not any more it isn't. Raven, that's my name.”
“Then Raven it shall be.”
“Why have you brought me here?”
“It is you who chooses to come here.”
“No, not here here. Why bring me into the Weave?”
“That again? You really should work on your small talk.”
