[Ushahin's mind goes out, watching Richie's mind try to catch Fetch's. He's an outside observer and won't interfere. Richie won't learn anything if he does this for him. The efforts made are admirable, though of course, the half-man would have been astounded if he had gotten it on the first couple of tries. Expanding the mind beyond its usual confines is not an easy task. His soft voice gives some advice.]

That is the way of the raven. A flock of them can give information very quickly, each forming a piece of the whole. Keep that in mind. You're not looking for a continuous train of thoughts. Just a piece, something there and gone again.

[Fetch's thoughts continue to jump from place to place, each one there and then gone again. If Richie can catch hold of one, he'll see that the raven is actually watching him, his bright brown eyes and slightly curved vision taking the man in, wondering what to make of him. He watches his shut eyes behind the shiny glasses, which makes him think of battles and dead bodies, full of eyes to rip out and swallow down whole. Fresh eyeballs are a great treat for ravens, especially the ravens of Darkholm, which had been raised for war.]