[Ardyn answered with a short laugh, placing Hresvelgr back on his shoulder.]

I see even you don't know everything. It's a legend older even than me, though I confess I've forgotten most of the details. Something about...a tremendous bird that perched atop the Fulgurian's staff, sending gale force winds on its wings to match his storms. Some might have called him the ancestor to the one that nests on the Rock of Ravatogh, if the story had survived that long.

[Ardyn paused, somewhere between thoughtful and uncertain he was even remembering that much correctly.]

Well, it hardly matters. I wouldn't expect anyone but myself to know of Solheim's remnants.