The bird scoffs at Sinmore's comments, and then repeats back to her in an uncanny mimicry of her own voice, "Be ye a raven or a crow, some filthy carrion bird that hovers over the dying in hopes of tearing off some rotting flesh? I have the observational skills of a deaf badger and can't tell a large black corvid from a small and noble blue passerine." However, he preens at Rhodri's reaction, and when the oats and peas arrive he goes about cracking them with his beak and scattering the bits everywhere. Rhodri is not sure the bird actually ate anything, but he certainly relished the experience.
"Excellent. Sir will be most pleased to receive your response. She sends a gift." He plucks a tiny velvet bag from somewhere within his feathers and drops it onto an anvil. He unties a ribbon with his beak, then grabs the bag with both feet and buffets his wings mightily. From out of the bag (which is obviously much smaller itself than its contents) tumbles a chunk of starmetal the size of a child's fist. The bird hops up to Rhodri's shoulder and speaks, such that no one else in the room can hear his voice but Rhodri. "Three parts electrum, one part stellite, one part cinnabar, two parts of the black rock you'll find at a quarry three leagues to the southeast. Smelt that mixture, then melt the starmetal with equal parts phosphor. Fold as much of it into the purple metal mixture as you can and still work the metal, and if you're half as strong as you look, you'll make an armour the gods themselves envy."
The bird takes a swipe at the mess he made on the floor, and flies off in a scatter of detritus.