The raven perched in the corner of the room. Its wings fluttered restlessly. The raven wanted Finn to follow it. None of the others in the room noticed the magical creature. For them, the raven was not there. The four of them were seated at a round table by a window that looked out onto the village. Finn could see Fae going about their daily lives. More than once, he saw the Fae looking up at their window, likely wondering what they were doing as well.

“Eat a little more, Finn,” Rohan urged. “I don’t know what animal these eggs come from, but they are delicious, as is the toasted bread and honey.”