Daud shrugged. “Putting some drink in them seems to change their minds. Although it would probably be considered sacrilege or something of the sort to get one of those birds drunk.”

He looked out over in the direction the ravens had flown into, head cocked... and his lips curled in sudden amusement, sharp eyes picking out white forms winging their way back — more of them.

“Though you might want to be ready for an encore. They’ve got brought back some friends.”