A raven spirit turns up in the bawn...

...and...well...pretty much sits there, perched on a branch, wings neatly flipped back, waiting for someone or something.

Ron walks up to the spirit.

"Hey, interested in talking to me? I'm Ron Adams, Keeper of the Land, Galliard of the Glass Walkers and Fostern of the nation."

The raven cocks his head, fixing Ron with a beady eye.

<< Message, I have, >> it says, in Spirit Speech. << Message for the wolves of Falling Waters. >>

Steelheart approaches as well, surfacing from one of the Umbral caverns.

In Spirit Speech he says,

< < Steelheart greets you, keen-eyed one. Speak, and I shall listen. > >

As the clicky clack of spirit speech begins, Ron, nods his head slightly to the spirit then wanders off on other business.

As Ron turns to go, the spirit, apparently in response to Steelheart's bidding, begins to recite, in perfect English. The message has the quality of a recording, something memorized by rote.

"To the Garou of Falling Waters, greetings. You are the claws and fangs of Gaia, but claws and fangs need keen eyes to guide them. Such eyes will look upon the Whirlpool on the day of Freyja, she who rides in a chariot drawn by cats. If you would know what these eyes have seen, seek them out when Helios stands tallest in the sky. You will know the one you seek, for he will wear the eye of Helios."

The bird squawks, satisfied. << Message delivered. >>

Ron calls out over his shoulder.

"Sure, I'll keep my eye peeled for a man in sunglasses at noon next Friday."

More seriously

"Thanks for being straight forward Steel Heart, but don't make the poor thing speak our language if it doesn't want to. I trust your interpretations."

"Actually, Ron, I didn't ask it to do that at all. It decided to do that all on its own. I'm guessing it was just copying the sounds of the message it was given."