Ryth didn't have an answer for the old woman. She seemed to be speaking in riddles, and he wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but he wanted to see it through.
"My wits are sharper than any arrow tip in my quiver," he said with determination. He shot a defiant glare at the crow.
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.