"The birds like seeds. And peanut butter. And Orlesian pastries."

This helpful commentary is given by one particular Dalish elf that's watching from a tree, because that's what Dalish do in their spare time, just hang out in trees, or something like that. Or she's been trying to keep an eye on the bird as well? It's a mystery. The world may never know.

"I think Leliana spoils them. It's the other way you can tell which raven is hers. It's the fattest." She pauses, glancing around from her perch nervously. "But you didn't hear that from me." Just in case Leliana is lurking in the shadows, summoned by someone shit talking her birds.