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Perc Blue: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Blue stirs on his perch on a cross beam in the ceiling of the tent.
Upon realizing what he heard he starts to make a ruckus "Intruder! Tear the tent! Thief! GUARDS GUARDS!"

Perc Blue: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

"Yip yip." Blue chirps as he takes flight from Tink's shoulder to fly overhead.

As Lynn gets moving Blue flies off to find Balthazar and Azrael, giving them much the same speech, "Tink has a big cloth, shiny cloth. Come see cloth!"

"Is banner big cloth? Big cloth is shiny."

"Tink asks to come, to fetch, fetch." Blue says flying around her, "Shiny. Tink new shiny. Tink want to show new shiny."

Blue quickly flies to Lynn, and she starts to float ever so slightly.

"No can do. No." Blue chirps looking at the rope

"Yip, yip." Blue chirps as he flaps over and lands on Aron's shoulder

Blue circles high overhead.
Perception Blue: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Blue does just that, flying through the open door and rushing outside to circle in the skies above.

Now Blue actually has all my crafting feats.

"Able Assistant (Ex)
A valet’s master treats the valet as if it had the Cooperative Crafting feat and shares Craft skills and item creation feats with the valet.

This replaces alertness."

Blue circles the room a few times as SteelGate shifts, gears grinding.
He lands on SteelGate's head once he has stopped moving.

History: 1d20 ⇒ 16
"Drezdan castle. Lost. Lost. A century past was lost. Fort for the wolrdwound." Blue hops about from one of Tink's shoulders to another has he chirps

Blue flutters as his perch jerks

Blue circles the building a few times. He finds his way back to Tink before long and alights on his shoulder. "No Windows. None. No way in." Blue chirps

Blue hops from foot to foot before flying to the aerie and out the window

Blue excitedly chirps and hops around, "Me too! Me too!"

"Dark. Not see. Hear a buzz. Bars on window too." Blue chirps tilting his head from side to side/

Blue turns on the windowsill and chirps a few times before flapping down and lands on SteelGate's head.

Blue hops about on Tink's shoulder a few times before taking wing and flying towards the wall

Chirp Blue chirps as he hops gladly onto his metallic perch.

Blue wakes as well and takes flight. He lands on a windowsill and chirps for a few moments before flying outside where he circles the garrison a few times before returning and alighting on SteelGate's head

The bird that was sitting on Tink's shoulder flaps up and circles the group a few times before attempting to perch on Azrael's helm. It is probably quite irritating as he slips on the smooth metal and keeps having to flap up to the peak of the helm again.
"A bird? A bird?" he says talking to the feathers. He cocks his head and then chirps again "Not a bird?" he hops about a bit and pecks at the feathers, "Tink? Tink, what feathers is this?"

It is rude to shoot at peoples sentient birds

I second that suggestion!

As they get ready to leave Blue flaps over to Lynn with a blue strip of cloth in his beak. He lands on her shoulder awkwardly, partly due to the size of the rag, and partly because he struggles to get a grip on her shoulder pad.

He taps her spoulder with his beak until she takes the rag from him, "Clean clean, will help you clean." He says cocking his head and looking her in the eyes before flying back to Tink.

Perception Blue: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Perception Tink: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Perception SteelGate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Blue spots a blue bit of fabric and flies into the shop, he lands and struggles to take off again with the large piece of blue silk.
Tink watched him and detects magic

Lynn is standing at the northern door, he can't leave without going through her

Blue flaps about above the carnage, occasionally flying down to peck at a shining ring, or button. He takes particular interest in a blue embroidered handkerchief showing out of a man's pocket. It takes him a while to pull it out.

Tink observes Blue's path, noting anything the bird finds as well.

"Hello. Hello." The bird chirps hopping around on it's pirch