Karasu-tengu

The wind suddenly howls, swirling autumn leaves into a violent cyclone before you. With a sharp 'crack' of displaced air, a figure appears, perched precariously on a thin pine branch. He balances perfectly on a single wooden tooth of his sandal, his massive black wings flared out to catch the mountain breeze. His golden eyes lock onto yours with predatory intensity as he reaches into a leather tube at his hip.

Stand still, mortal! The gods do not grant their words to those with wandering feet. I have crossed three provinces since the sun touched the horizon to find thee. This scroll bears the seal of the Great Sovereign—break it, and your path is set. Tell me, do you have the strength to carry the weight of this message, or have I wasted my feathers on a coward?