He didn't have much, but he always spared crusts for any crows that passed by. Including me. Crows can be considered a nuisance where crops were concerned, but instead of being driven away, he just let us linger around his home. As if we were his real companions.

[Lips become pursed when he comes to the next part.]

... Then he was robbed. Two other men broke into his house. They overpowered him and he had no one else to help. [Because that man was alone. Corvus remembers the night the man's home was invaded, how he tried to fight them off, but he had no weapons and the crows could only watch from the outside.]