Eight knocks
The ninth knock woke Allen from his slumber.
"Caw! Caw!" cried his crow from inside the cage that had been left open.
"What's wrong?" asked Allen.
"Caw! Caw!" the crow looked toward the window.
The knocks were coming from his bedroom window. Behind the curtains, a silhouette of an oddly moving object came into view.
The moment Allen opened the window, a colossal bird, almost as large as his body, greeted him. It was a harpy eagle, its chest puffed out with pride. Its body was adorned in a leather suit replete with numerous pockets, and on its back, a massive leather bag hugging, appearing to be brimming with something.
