It's all about the stories...  It's in our nature, you see. We crows like new stories like magpies shiny trinkets. We will watch you, perched where you can't see us, and we'll gossip about whatever is that you did... oh, how we like to gossip!

We'll fly to the end of the world just to find a good tale, one of those juicy ones with mystery and drama and betrayal; and then we'll spread it without any regard to privacy or consequence. Wherever you find us, you'll always see us quarreling with each other for the right to tell the best stories.

But we can't help it! It goes all the way back to the beginning. You can blame Old Muninn for it, but in the meantime... want me to tell you a story?