“Oh for goodness' sake,” I said, brushing Oak's arm with my hand,
“It's obviously Raven, I mean, just look at him.”
“Obviously looks like Raven,” Oak replied, “But looks can be
deceiving.”
“We don't have time for this,” Raven said, taking a step forward
towards Oak and the living room.
“I told you to hold it right there,” Oak commanded, brandishing
his stick at Raven once more.
Raven stopped moving, raising his hands to shoulder level. “Easy,”
he said, “Let's not be doing anything rash.”
“Rash?” Oak demanded, “You suggest I might do something rash.
You? You who deserted your post, if you are Raven at all.”
“Deserted my post? I...” For a moment I think Raven was lost for
words. “I did no such thing.”
“If you are Raven,” Oak replied contemptuously, “You left this
house in the middle of a massive imbalance.”
“I followed the first rule,” Raven spat in reply, “I gathered
information.”
