Fane flew to my shoulder a necklace in his beak, again he must have stolen someone's stuff. I heard light footsteps coming our way as Fane dropped the charm in my hand. A person stood leaves in their hair a troubled look on their face.

"this must be yours. my apologies for Fane, he's a bit of a kleptomania crow. I'm William" I hold out the necklace to them.