It is a raven... or possibly a crow... because the call comes out again but from the other side of the path. There's a ... whatever you get when you've got a mixed flock of crows and ravens surrounding and following them. They seem to be interested in Cavan watching him with their beady eyes.

"When Trever was three he taught the entire flock to say that whenever someone came out the kitchen door," Rory says, feeling like he needs to explain. "It took a while to convince them not to do so but occasionally we get a couple of wise guys." He doesn't add that being eight at the time he thought it was hilarious.

"And I might be a knight, but you don't have to call me sir. Rory's fine." He grins and then nods at Cavan's description. "Yeah, I get that... the few times I've been to other people's worlds they just... don't feel as alive. Especially the worlds with no magic in them. Sometimes I'd go as far to say that sometimes they feel dead."