As Rosinante wanders near the harbor, a bird spirit approaches and lands on his shoulder. Well, that's what it feels like. The spirit doesn't actually have feet, just a smoky murky trail where feet might have been once.

There's an item perched in its beak. Sheathed in a leather case Rosi will find a compass, though the cardinal directions are carved away from the sides. Instead of pointing north, the compass always points toward Beacon, no matter what. The spirit lingers long enough for him to explore the gift, then bobs their birdy head in a nod. They offer a loud brawkkk! in approval, and then flies back off into the dark.