"Hello there," Rory says, with a bit of a half bow and definite smile to the raven on a chair. "I wasn't expecting to see any of your kind up here."

Rory's family is descended to and dedicated to the Morrigan. Crows and ravens are pretty much sacred to them. Or at least as sacred as anything gets for a McCallum. It makes him feel a lot better seeing one around. That he isn't forgotten.

He offers his arm to see if the bird will step on it.