“Corrrvusss”
the voice echoes around them, sounding much closer.
“Quickly
man,” Raven commands, “Pull that door shut.”
The
guide reaches up through the hole and grabs the handle, pulling it
towards him. “Corrrvu...” Raven hears, catching a glimpse of a
giant talon before the door slams shut, leaving the pair surrounded
by silence and darkness.
“You
can let go of my hand now,” Raven tells the guide, grasping the
ladder with both hands. “Onwards and downwards,” he declares,
beginning to descend once more.
“How
does he issue proclamations,” Raven asks as they climb, “If he
doesn't speak.”
“He
appoints an official 'Voice',” the guide replies, “It's a very
desirable position at his court, though I can never understand why.”
“Why's
that then?”
“They
never seem to last very long, you know what his temper is like.”
