#Chapter68
---Apparently Yule has a thing for birds that poop on my face-04
Yule told me to wait for him as he went to his cave to grab something and that he would be right back. A part of me didn’t want to trust him, but I gave him a chance anyway. The fact that Rodor was strongly against it was what made up my mind. I know it wasn’t logical, since for all I knew Yule would come back with an army of Sphinxes to kill me, but after the conversation we had (even though mostly it didn’t make any sense to me) and after him blurting his heart out, I wanted to trust him. Not the best decision. But it could turn out for better.
I looked up at the crow which was still on my head. It looked down at me. It titled its head but didn’t crow. Just stared at me.
This bird is really weird. And it turned into a ghost once. I have no idea what to think about it.
