"You had everything to do with it! It was a massacre! You killed my mother, you bitch!"
His voice strained as if he almost reverted to that Dwarven child from centuries ago. He snapped his fingers and commanded the crows towards him.
Both avians flew to their master with a red box with intricate runes written on the sides with the cubic vessel made from a Radvna tree. There was chatoyancy that intertwined with the accents of gold along with a pearl latch.
The All-Father's silhouette was slumped as he saw the box being carried with care. His companions had only eyes towards Cloette, in disgust from the cause that happened.
"Odin, we need to come to terms already! I could bring her back but I can't. Necromancy is a soulless practice." begged Cloette.
