"Where are you going?" the bird in the tree asked him.
Theon looked up at the hooded crow with a glare in his violet eyes. With the glare of the sun on them, they gave off a strange reddish hint, like rust had tainted the deep purple there. But within those eyes was no ease of annoyance. He did not know why Jouzan followed him, only that he did, and while he was thankful for the talking bird's company, some of the things he said were not readily welcome. Yet he liked the bird and did not see any reason why he should make a soup of him at this moment. "For the hundredth time, Jouzan, I don't know," Theon said, shaking his head, and managing a scoffing laugh in the face of the question.
"Am I a crazy man for talking to a bird?" he asked, walking along the dirt path. No, he didn't know where he was going. He didn't know why he was here, and if he thought he could find any answers to his visions in Darken Vei, he'd been wrong. There were no clues, no leads, nothing that could tell him where he came from really. He knew only what those sailors on the ship told him and that was hearsay. He didn't like not remembering where he came from...or even who he was. All he had was a name, a sword, and a talking bird. That wasn't much at all, now that he thought about it.
However, thinking about it would only defeat the purpose of having them at all. It didn't matter if he didn't have anything really substantial for now, he did have those few things to hold onto and they could be enough if he just let them be.
"You're no crazier than any other man I know," replied Jouzan with a squawk. "And who else do you have to talk to?"
"Good point."
"Listen."
Theon stopped walking for a moment and listened as the hooded crow commanded. He heard the sound of wind through the trees, and the faint noise of battle not too far away...but it was a battle quickly over and done with. He became increasingly alarmed and began walking briskly down the road. A brisk walk that abruptly turned into a jog. He saw the body in the ground several yards away and he slowed his walk, approaching with caution, spotting someone lying face down in the road. "Goodness," he breathed, at the sight of the blood and the bodies in the dirt nearby the collapsed body.
Theon looked the side and spotted a branch. Picking it up he stepped closer to the body nearest him, the one that seemed to have the least amount of blood spewing from it. Holding the stick out, he nudged the body when he was close enough. "Hello? Are you alive?" In case the body really was dead or just didn't hear him, he poked it again, this time harder with the stick, and right in the shoulder too.