“Ravens, one of the oldest fae, are sacred creatures to Faerie Folk,” he began, more seriously. “They See the future and the past, guard our fates, and guide us into the Otherworld. The old fae also can’t lie. Since the first breaths of time, we have made vows and bargains in their name for these reasons. Mate and indentured slave bargains, Rynnie,” he said slowly, as if talking to a village idiot, “are bound by ravens. It’s how the Thieves’ Guild has ownership over us too.”
