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I thought I'd give a bit more background to my character via a small scene. Enjoy!
Jerky neck and skinny legs
Munted nose and smells like eggs
Chicken monster gonna get you
Chicken monster gonna get you
Scratchy voice and prickly skin
Careful or he’ll peck again
Chicken monster gonna get you
Chicken monster gonna get you
”Sera! You stop singing that song right now! You show respect for all people, no matter what they look like! Run off now, scamp!”
”I’m sorry, love - where were we…..oh, him? Oh he’s the egg vendor, Chezzik. Don’t you mind his appearance. He’s a good sort, bless his soul. Simple, you know, but I think some of our youngsters come back from fighting those blasted Molthune clodhoppers with more than physical injuries, though Chezzik there, well, he got his share of that, too. The way I heard it - he got set upon by an ambush what broke his jaw and got shipped back from the frontlines to heal up. He ain’t been right since - he can’t speak properly. I hear him whistling and gurgling all the time - mainly to that mangy turkey he calls a pet. Dusty old sack of feathers - that thing is mean. Goes by the name of Grout.”
”Now don’t you mistake that strange nose of his for an injury - no. He’s one of them there cambion. I knew his mother, Veronia, Pharasma keep her. She was Chelish - claimed to have some distant lineage. Well, there’s your proof - that spiked nose thing Chezzik’s got, well, that’s not the only bony spikes growing on his body. That boy got into enough scraps in Phaendar growing up to make a quilt; he always came out on top. The boy might not look it, but he’s a wildcat in a fight. They say he got spikes on his knuckles. I don’t pay attention; I just know he’s gentle enough to deliver my eggs once a fortnight and that’s all I need know.”
”Now, I did hear something else about Chicken Monster - sorry, I mean Chezzik. I heard tell from Laurent’s youngest that Chezzik keeps a cloak over his shoulder all the time to hide a set of bird wings he has growing from his back! Now I’m not one to gossip but I must say that’s very interesting. Yes, very interesting indeed. Listen to me go on! Here you are, dear love - my spare knitting needles. You just borrow them as long you need. Have a blessed day!”