"I'm Dayo," he introduces himself as he drags his trunk inside. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Victor. And this is Muninn."

"Nice to meet you." Peer. "Are you Victor Evans?"

"Yes," he says, looking away.

"Cool! I read about you in Modern Magical History!"

"Yes, I've read that one too," he says, sounding like he is not entirely happy about appearing in history books.

"—I can not talk about it if you'd rather," he says, stowing his trunk somewhere and taking a seat.

"...thank you," he says. "I shouldn't be so ungrateful. I'm sure lots of people would like to be famous."

"I would, but not for just about any reason. Getting rid of an evil magical serial killer would be a thing I'd like to be famous for. Although doing it when I was one year old would make it a bit sour, it's not like you had much agency then—and this is not shutting up, I'll shut up now."

Victor smiles slightly. "Thank you," he repeats.

Muninn looks at Dayo. The thoughtful air in the way he tilts his head is probably just the work of cultural stereotypes surrounding ravens.

Maybe, but...

"Are you a magical raven?" he asks.

"What's it to you?" he croaks.

"I got him from the owl shop. I've heard ravens can talk like parrots; I think magical ravens can talk a little better than parrots," says Victor.

"Owl shop?"

"The person at the shop said he's a certified mail-carrying bird, just like an owl."

"Why were you in an owl shop?" he asks Muninn directly.

"What's it to you?" he repeats.

"I'm just an extremely curious person," he explains.

"He doesn't exactly hold conversations," says Victor. "It's hard to tell how much he understands."

"I'm the prettiest," says Muninn.

"See, that sounded a lot like deflection. I can not ask about your lurid past if you'd rather," he informs the bird.

"What sounded like deflection?"

"Him saying he's the prettiest."

"It's me!" says Muninn.