Ghost Lion Crag forgotten by the gods

"The raven can sever the mortal and spirit realm, gliding effortlessly into each one and staying for a remainder of time" the spook's tone grew whimisical and wise at the same time as she addressed, her pale eyes glossy and faraway it would seem "it can ferry messages to the dead as well as the living."

The other woman seemed intrigued by such things. "Yet the deads' messages take a, ah, bit to decipher" a practiced, learned mind, for instance. "the dead hold no border on language, you see... they can communicate easily with birds as well as wolves. The living oft fall deaf to other tongues."

She stops, creaking her neck to look half-way at the female. "Do you seek the deads' wisdom, cherie?"