[Is Ronan actually reading the pamphlet- no, no, there he is, half way through and he's crumpled it up. With a look of evident disgust on his sneering face, he throws the discarded ball of paper at you.]

[Yes, you.]

[A raven sits on his shoulder, and it squawks what might be laughter.] What're you looking at?

[Are you near any forested area in De Chima? Ronan is. There he goes, crashing through the underbrush with a look of utter disdain. Don't take it personally, he just has resting bitch face something fierce.]

[A raven flies ahead of him, occasionally stopping on a branch to wait for her sluggish human companion. Why doesn't everyone have wings? Really, it's ridiculous. When she crows, Ronan looks up and speaks as though he expects a response.] What?

[Then he looks over and sees you. He doesn't seem pleased.] Fuck off.

[Back in the civilized world, Ronan is walking around the town with a bird on his shoulder. His jacket hides the tattoo on his back, but he draws attention to the new tattoo on his wrist with how he keeps picking at it. He seems like he wants to claw it off, but such attempts are curtailed by the watchful eyes of De Chima residents.]

[The locals don't seem to like it, and they mutter fearful whispers under their breath.]

[Unlucky for them that Ronan has good hearing.]

[His head whips around, and he walks decisively toward a middle aged couple standing outside a Whole Foods. Their eyes widen in fear as Ronan stalks toward them, and they look even less pleased when he opens his mouth.] What'd you say? You wanna repeat that?

[Someone please stop this tragedy in the making.]