"A little bird dropped it off for me," Billie answers cheerfully like she finds it funny somehow. She does, of course. The whole concept of some god's birds just dumping treasure in people's laps sounds like a flawed one, considering how people are. In this case, though, it's useful.

Although at the mention of a bird, Deirdre -- the tern sitting back on Billie's gear -- makes an indignant sound. She looks her way.

"What? Don't be jealous of some dumb crow." Well, Raven. She knows. Whatever. Anyway, she switches back to looking over the map, necklace held up so the pendant swings down over it. "I'm hoping I can pinpoint the captain with it. If it points here, then we'll have our answer."