A quiver ran through the Hero Raven as he remembered the maiden's smile, which graced a beautiful delicate face, ruby lips, with a blush of pink to her cheeks, and the kindest eyes he had ever seen. The violet of her flowing gown made her eyes appear sapphire. She had stopped dancing suddenly and looked in his direction. Let me look upon thee and esteem thee as my friend. The Priestess read his thoughts.
Truth is thy armor and virtue thy shield.
I seek only one reward. He felt a quiver go through him from the smoothness and warmth of her hand on his feathers. The Priestess had saved him from the depths of hell. The loneliness of the tower had encompassed him until her coming. He was grateful for her presence.