#i figured creepy bloody dreams felt like the matron

[celestialdetected]

It was in that odd space between dreams that Arawn met the Champion of Ravens for the first time. He'd fallen asleep at camp, his new wings -spectral, incorporeal, still a heavy weight on his back. And now he walked in the void, between the stars where it was bitterly cold, and came across -a table.

It's set for tea, with a void-black teapot lacquered with gold and porcelain cups set around it. Unsure of what else to do, Arawn sits himself down and pours a cup.

Blood oozes, thick and sluggish, from the spout instead. And when Arawn averts his gaze, thoroughly disgusted, he locks eyes with the birdlike mask of the Champion.

Now, he's heard...some things about the Champion of Ravens, it's difficult to work either place he does; temple hopping, and picking through the criminal underbelly of Exandria, and to have not heard whispers of him. A nameless rogue turned follower of the Matron, turned something else after the dust settled in the wake of the Whispered One, there are rumors. Nothing concrete. Nothing Arawn put much stock in, until his own goddess began changing him.

'Champion' the Everlight calls him sometimes. And it terrifies Arawn that he has yet to understand what that means.

"....er, hello?" He tries, unsure of what to say. "Did you bring me here then?" He swallows the investigator's questions, the sarcastic comments, anything but deference. This man might not be a god, but he certainly isn't mortal anymore, and Arawn is smart enough to not go picking fights.

"Want some..er, blood tea?"

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