Gorun again grunts as the plan is more or less finalized, dipping his head in a vague agreement.  He still isn’t sure he likes the idea of the group splitting up like that against forces not entirely known, but it does seem to make sense.  “Before we go,” he says, turning to face Albali and Ain.  “I am far from an expert on magic or its practitioners, but I know there are some with the ability to bestow the effects of spells the cast upon themselves to their familiars as well.  If you’ve anything in your spellbook that allows you to send a message to someone abroad, casting it so that your raven could relay the message to our group from up above — or possibly vice versa — could save wear and tear on her wings and help keep her out of harm’s way,” he suggests.