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Barely noticed, a large dark bird landed upon the roof of Creature inn. It had black glossy feathers and a matching onyx beak. Strange eyes that were not the customary black of a bird but the lighter shade of darkness found in a humans eyes. The bird was an especially large specimen, nearly the size of a badger on its hind legs...almost the size of an eagle. Though without a doubt it was a Raven. Hopping along the roof as birds tend to do, it flapped down and landed on a sill, seeming to lean against the woodwork for support.

Upon closer examination this bird would appear under the weather so to speak. Each breath was rasping and its feathers were ruffled. One wing was awkwardly bent, as if recently healed the wrong way...making flying possible...but exruciating to endure.

The creature's dark eyes drank in what lay within the inn as it wobbled like an ungainly newborn ((the size of an eagle)) upon the sill.

((umm, they probably wouldn't have burgers.... and they haven't exactly been here for them all to be drunk... Sorry, I'm not trying to get you to change your post, but just so ya know....))

She glanced to the window, then looked back again as she saw a unnaturally large raven. She gave a slight motion with her head for it to come in, she didn't mind. She finally managed to get most the drinks mixed, all that remained was to pour the mugs of-"What the-.." she moaned as sharp pain shot through her hand. She had reached under the counter for one of the mugs, an area she had searched thoroughly earlier for broken things. Apparently, one of them had cracked and her touch had been enough to shatter it, sending the shards into her hand. She grimaced as she looked at it, and slipped into the kitchen. "Marin, I need you to handle the bar, and be careful of glass on the shelves in the bar itself!" she said quickly as she slipped to a sink where blood wouldn't drip on the floor. "And could you grab a first aid kit or a pair of tweezers?" she asked softer, smiling apologetically.

From its perch on the table, the bird fluttered to the bar, fixing each patron with an imperious glare before turning and preening its ruffled feathers.

Oddly enough, the Raven entered, a bit wary of those that would call to birds and feeling a bit foolish that he would obey. There he stood in front of her, dark head cocked up at her and eyes gleaming coldly. It cawed out once, as much of a gesture of thanks as it could muster in such circumstances and then waited for her response.

The raven paused a moment and considered...it would takea great deal of energy to resme his form...bt in teh circmstances perhaps it was best.

The raven hopped backward, spreading both wings out to his sides as though making himself as big as possible. A strange whispering echoed throughout the kitchen as the Raven swelled larger, now about the height of a ten year old and still swelling. In a sudden movement, it folded its wings around itself and tucked its head beneath the feathers. The last shot of height came then and a whirlwind of feathers danced around teh figure as the whispers intensified. The feathers drew up into shoulder and sides of the cape and out of that came a human looking no more then eighteen with dark tired eyes, redish skin, a crooked nose and long black hair that flee upon his face limply.

"I...apologize...for taking...your time." Jimmy Crow managed to gasp out and as exhaustion took him he fell to one knee.

"Such a change is tiring...and...I have been...without...rest lately."

Hinoa didn't like food duty. She glared murderously at the kitchen knives and her handiwork with the food was rather haphazard and vicious. "Mizz Saro," she began grumpily as she mutilated yet another hunk of meat, "I don't know how to cook!"