"My masterrr awaits. But beforre you enterrr his prrresence…" The crow scans your band. "Vordakai has no use f

"My masterrr awaits. But beforre you enterrr his prrresence…" The crow scans your band. "Vordakai has no use for the weak, nor any who beg for merrrcy… but he sees value in using such souls as herrrralds for his coming. The question…" The crow makes a croak, as if sneering. "Is who is weakest among you? Who should be sent away, disrrrregarded — pick the weakest among you to fly from here in fearrr and serrrve Vordakai in their flight? The grrreat Vordakai will let them keep theirrr lives – but makes no promises afterrr this."