Adalram's page

*bursts into flame*

"Two per head, I trust!" Adalram calls to the hexer as Vel laughs again, clearly enjoying the attention.

Adalram perches on Vel's shoulder as they travel through town, keeping a (soft) running commentary in a tongue only she understands.

"Warhorses."

Adalram appears on Vel's shoulder, then flaps over to Weltmann's desk and peers at the book, then at the Magister, with his orange eyes. "Who's the third?" the bird croaks.

"We stopped one -- with the gift of the snake," Vel explains. "But with this witch, she probably had a spare in mind. Any ideas?"

Insight (1d20+9=23)

Kia looks a trifle surprised, but impressed in her own Kia-like way when she sees the raven appearing.

"Well you have come a long way Vel! I would never have thought you capable of attracting a companion when we first met. I hope you know how to look after it. But I'm pleased for you."

"'It' is a 'he,'" croaks the white raven in quite understandable Common, "and can take care of himself well enough, thank you."

Adalram then tilts his head toward Arianwyn, "Good morning, Idiot."

Vel remains quiet and collected through this exchange, if a trifle smug.