An Unrefutably Invitation

The night covered the camp in its quiet shroud as Orven stood by the ridge, his crimson eyes narrowed as he knelt, placing one hand on the ground. From his shadow, a grotesque form began to take shape, a birdlike figure with tattered wings and hollow eyes, its body seemingly woven from darkness itself.

"Deliver this," Orven murmured, his voice steady despite the eerie sight. "Let my master know everything I've experienced here."

The shadow bird gave a faint, hollow screech before dissolving into his own shadow and vanishing into the ether. Orven rose, brushing off his hands as he glanced back at the bustling camp.

'This Aldritch…' he thought, his expression contemplative. 'He is unlike anything I anticipated. In fact, I don't think even my master could anticipate this.'