The neverending story
You are a hawk.
You fly closer, seeing 9 men wearing chainmail, and cloaks, and carrying greatswords, battleaxes, and bows.
One of them sees you and begins to unsling his bow, 'til he is stopped by another, who calls out to you.
"Great Hawk! We acknowledge you as an omen, sent to us by the gods. What word can you give us? Will you aid us in our hour of need?"
You fly closer, seeing 9 men wearing chainmail, and cloaks, and carrying greatswords, battleaxes, and bows.
One of them sees you and begins to unsling his bow, 'til he is stopped by another, who calls out to you.
"Great Hawk! We acknowledge you as an omen, sent to us by the gods. What word can you give us? Will you aid us in our hour of need?"