“What is it that you’re doing” Ghost asked Old Crow perplexed.

“Picking at these baubles. The humans are positively obsessed with them. No feathers to preen I suppose, so they adorn themselves in medals and jewellery”. Old Crow held a ring up, the sunlight catching it and blinding Ghost for a moment.

“That one’s been dead for a bit I’d imagine from the smell. Another empire fallen.” Ghost said squinting.

“Then he won’t be needing this, will he?”

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