"Grandfather! Grandfather! It's bedtime! It's time for the story again!" the boy, impatiently waiting the entire day, exclaims. "Well, it's a bit early, but then, I don't think going to bed early once in a while is a bad habit..." grandfather says with a smile. Already dressed in his nightclothes, the boy jumps under the covers and says, "Gran-pa, what's a dwee-oam-er?" Taken aback suddenly, the grandfather says, "An interesting question, my boy, who did you see today?" "I saw a man riding by the front gate on his way to town! He was riding a big brown horse and wearing a funny hat!" the boy says, remembering the rider. "Was the hat pointy, like a top?" grandfather asks, suddenly interested. "No, he had a big hat, with a big black feather in it, and he was wearing a grey cloak, with black boots" the boy says, thinking that this is indeed a fun memory game. "Oh, and he had a sword, but no shield or lance, and no shiny armor, so he wasn't a Knight." says the boy, disappointed. "But he did stop, and said to me, "That's an interesting Dwee-oam-er you have there, boy. Just remember, Raven's like to fib." and with that, he rode off! What did he mean, gran-pa?" "Very interesting, indeed, my boy. When did you say you saw this man?" grandfather asks. "Early this morning, after milking the cow and checking the hens." the boy says, nodding. "Ahh, well then, seems harmless enough." says grandfather. "He was talking about the stone I gave you, I should think." grandfather says, a smile playing about his lips. "The stone? It's a raven!" the boy says, suddenly figuring it out. "But what's a dwee-oam-er, is that another name for stone?" the boy asks again. "No my boy, a dweomer is a magical item." grandfather says, as the boy's eyes light up suddenly. "I was going to wait to tell you this, but seeing as how it's been uncovered by a stranger, the stone I'm having you take care of allows you to speak with ravens!" grandfather explains, knowing now that bedtime will probably be called off. "Speak with ravens!" the boy says excitedly. "Oh, oh! So wonderful! You mean, I can talk to a raven now?!" the boy, practically jumping to the window, says as he gets out of bed. "Well, my boy, yes, in a manner of speaking, you could. Of course, the raven would have to want to speak to you, as well. And the man is right, raven's don't always tell the truth. In fact, they tend to fib more than humans, but if you can find an honest one, it's well worth the effort, usually." grandfather explains. "So amazing! But wait, gran-pa, just how did the man know?..." the boy, calming at the realization, asks. "Ah ha! A smart boy, you take after your grandfather..." grandfather grins. "How did he know? How would you know?" grandfather asks, playing a new game to see how his grandchild will do. "Well, if I could talk to Ravens, maybe I would know about a stone like this one..." the boy says, taking out the carving from his shirt pocket. "Or, if I knew what to look for, or how to look for magic, maybe then I'd know?" the smart boy asks. "Yes, my young one, you are correct." grandfather says. "Both ways might lead you to the answer. But, did the man see the stone?" grandfather asks. "No, he didn't! I always have it in my pocket, because I don't want to lose it." the boy says. "Then he must have "felt" it, or found it on you by way of magic." grandfather iterates. "Which is why I asked if his hat was pointed, because many wizards wear a pointed had, though several I've heard of wear a hat with a feather like the one you've described." grandfather says knowingly.
"Oh! A wizard! in town?! That means there will be a fair! Right, gran-pa?" the boy, now much too eager to sleep anytime soon, asks. "Perhaps, my boy, perhaps." grandfather says, secretly thinking that a fair probably isn't the event most likely to happen soon, but could be as harmless. Grandfather, after closing his eyes for a moment and mumbling something under his breath, looked up to the boy saying "Well, my boy, it's probably going to be easier to find a Raven during the day than at night. Perhaps you'd like to get back to the story and I'll help you find one in the morning?" With that, and a sudden realization that the sooner he went to sleep, the sooner the boy would wake up in the morning, the boy nods and climbs back into bed.