“I have no
reputation,” Raven tells him, “I am an agent of the Forest. I
turn up where I'm told and I do what has to be done. You, on the
other hand, thrive on trickery and games.”
“No
reputation? Did you know there is a creature in the Weave, we call
it a Corvophobia? It is old and weak now, because not many in the
Warp think about you these days, but once it was wild and untameable,
created by the terror you inspired in all those people you met.”
Raven sighs,
bowing his head.
“Don't
tell me you didn't know.” The Angel taunts. “Don't tell you
weren't proud of your reputation. You were the Mighty Corvus, all
the Weave would shudder at the whisper of your name.”
