The window's closed, and the glass is too foggy to see through.
I don't know how high up we are, but there are clouds below us, and I can't see the ground.
These curtains haven't been washed in years. Typical. Evil alchemists spend too much time mixing potions and coming up with megalomaniacal schemes, and not enough time doing basic household chores.
Thick, dusty curtains.
It's a crystal ball with tiny specks of light flitting back and forth inside. This must be where Klacks has trapped the souls of all those unfortunate people.
It's a crystal ball with souls trapped inside it.
It's a bottle containing a red liquid.
It's a bottle containing a blue liquid.
It's a bottle containing a white liquid.
Books. Evil ones, I'd venture.
Mostly books.
We're in a meadow. That cattle looks strangely unperturbed.
It's a big, old skull with a weird blue light inside.
It's a bottle containing a green liquid.
It's Crow.
I can't reach that high.
There's something behind the curtain. Clever fellow, that Roper Klacks. Who'd think to look there?
What if the wind just blows it back inside? No, I'll have to find a better way to distribute it.
No, Crow might drop and break the bottle.
It's a bottle containing a green liquid.
I'll just take a tiny little sip...
(shudders) Bitter. I do feel a little less...weighty. If I put my mind to it, I could probably jump quite high.
Whoa. I should save some of this stuff for the Olympic Games next year. It's a safe bet I'd dominate the high jump and pole vault contests.
This stuff smells potent enough, so if I just trickle a little--
Whoa. Fly free, little souls! Go back to your bodies!
Nothing. It just fizzled. The crystal seems to be in constant fluctuation. Maybe that's preventing the explosive potion from being effective?
I'm no sorcerer, but I think I have to, uh, pacify the magic in the soulstone first.
I shouldn't leave without at least trying to free Klacks' prisoners.
Think you can get that red flask for me, Crow?
Unless you want me to knock it down for you? No way. It's too large and unhandy for my claws.
I want you to fly out there, Crow, as high as you can, and empty the potion into the clouds.
What if there's lightning? I don't like lightning. Lightning has caused better birds than me to crash and burn.
Thanks for opening the window this time! Does my beak look okay to you? I think I dented it.
Ow!
Oops. Sorry about that.
All right, all right, I'll do it. I'm the ever faithful Crow.
Hold on to this vial, okay?
Oh, sure, holding onto stuff is a specialty of mine. What for?
I'll let you know.
So how do you want me to crash through the window? Head or arse first, if you know what I mean.
Eek. Sorry.
You're kicking me out of here? I thought you needed my help!
Yeah, I do. Sorry. Stick around.
Need some fresh air, Crow? Go on, go for a, uh, walk.
That's done with. There's still quite a bit left in the bottle in case you need it later on.
Uh-oh, I guess it's working!
What's going on? Nice digs you found here, though I'd cut down on the mad alchemist decor just a little. It's just not you.
I don't plan on sticking around, Crow.
Heck, why not? You'll be mobile, home security is not an issue, and you can strike fear into the hearts of men.
When you put it like that... No.
Hey, up to you. So...why did you call me?
What's going on out there?
What's going on is that we're currently cruising at an altitude of, er, very high.
And where are we heading?
We're very slowly going nowhere, except up. There's no wind, remember? It'll start getting chilly and hard to breathe in a few hours, however. That won't be very pleasant.
I could use some help.
I'll try my best. Just let me know what you want me to do.
I could use some help.
Like I said, just let me know what you want me to do, and I'll give it the old try-my-best.