Erblim listened as Azel explained the mission, the crow's golden eyes darkening by the second.
"When I felt you summon me," Erblim said in a voice filled with indignation, "I didn't think it would be for something so mediocre."
He fluffed his wings dramatically and raised his left one to his beak.
"Do you think I'm not capable of something greater?"
Azel sighed and rubbed his temple.
"The small parts of a mission matter," he said.
He reached out and patted the crow's head. "Now come on, do it."
Erblim let out a groan.
"Fine," he muttered, turning his head away like a sulking child.
"So," the crow continued, "you want me to look for people carrying guns and terrorizing the citizens, right?"
Azel nodded. "That's right."
"And I shouldn't interfere when I find them?" Erblim asked, his beak tilting slightly as if testing his master's patience.
"There's no need," Azel said, pulling out a pen and a folded piece of paper from his inventory.
