The Black Crow leader was a very superstitious man, and why wouldn't he be. His whole life had been surrounded by omens.
When his palm itched, he gained money.
When a black cat passed by, someone died.
When a black bird appeared, his fortune doubled.
Many, many signs like these had guided him, leading him to become the most successful man in the Yari outskirts.
Three hundred years ago, when he had been cast into this world by a lesser god, he thought he was finished. Being sent to this particular world dungeon was a death sentence. Yet he had managed to work his way around it.
At least he wasn't sent to a truly terrible place like the imaginary prison, Eidolon.
Those trapped there were the worst of the worst, beings dangerous enough to disrupt the world order itself.
That said, his luck had taken a turn for the worse in recent months. He had nearly been killed, until he ran into a raven with pitch-black feathers and, of course, a very fast red squirrel.
