"SQUAK!"
The accursed creature cried out, its loud voice almost like metal scraping metal.
All five Bishops in the room instantly glared at the bird, each of them already intending on shooting it down where it stood, despite the thing perching atop their luxurious chandelier high in the ceiling.
"How did that thing get in here?"
"It's not natural, so it could be a Familiar of some sort."
"Did the Witch do this? Is she taunting us with one of her paltry tricks?!" Each Bishop had his own theory regarding the nature of the bird and its purpose.
However, all of their thoughts were instantly halted once the creature tossed something at them—or rather, the table that they were all gathered around.
It was… a letter.
