That was amazing! Crow power
"“He’s not Cishaurim.” The thing had spoken this softly, as though to preserve tiny eardrums.
A cat-curious turn of the head. “Indeed,” the Synthese said after a moment. “Then what is he?”
“Dunyain.”
Tiny grimace. Small, glistening teeth, like grains of rice, flashed between its lips. “All games end with me, Gaortha. All games.”
Sarcellus became very still. “I play no game. This man is Dunyain. That’s what the Scylvendi calls him. She said there’s no doubt.”
“But there’s no order called ‘Dunyain’ in Atrithau.”
“No. But then we know that he’s not a Prince of Atrithau.”
The Old Name paused, as though to cycle large Crow thoughts through a small Inchoroi intellect."
It now all makes sense lol