“A favour,” the raven said, a finality to his tone. He accepted her terms, and some might view it as a high price for a singular eyeball, but Gaius could see she was gaining far more than an eyeball. It certainly helped that he was curious now, intent on following the progression of her current case. “I accept these terms. Your blood, and a favour to be named in the future. Without compromising your organisation, of course.”
The Strix lowered his beak to take the eyeball from his talons, freeing up his legs to hop down from the wall he'd perched on. He hobbled closer to the man writhing on the ground, pondering if forcing order on the eyeball to fit back in its socket would make the man faint from the pain, of if it would impose more of the terror he privately enjoyed to encourage. The raven did nothing yet, though, looking up at Dune as he waited for her to speak the oath. She was mundane, he thought, but there was an order to things. Rituals and rules to be followed.
The Strix lowered his beak to take the eyeball from his talons, freeing up his legs to hop down from the wall he'd perched on. He hobbled closer to the man writhing on the ground, pondering if forcing order on the eyeball to fit back in its socket would make the man faint from the pain, of if it would impose more of the terror he privately enjoyed to encourage. The raven did nothing yet, though, looking up at Dune as he waited for her to speak the oath. She was mundane, he thought, but there was an order to things. Rituals and rules to be followed.