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Morde silently lands on Tiasar's shoulder, giving the wizard an expectant look. After he is fed a handful of corn from one of the elf's many pockets, he pipes up. "Juskar is with the people, they are not hostile to each other. There are more than a dozen people in the camp."
Morde is normally a statue on Tiasar's shoulder, appearing more carving than live bird, but as Tiasar puts the little piece of beef on his plate the dark raven starts fidgeting, opens his wings halfway, then closes them and pecks at Tiasar's left ear. Anybody that's paid any attention to the bird notices it's always on the wizard's left shoulder, next to the ear that appears to have been bitten off. Tiasar doesn't flinch at the harsh peck, calmly raising his hand and transporting Morde to the table where the raven starts pecking at the beef.
Morde turns and caws at the bandits, then flies back.
A small red and black raven flies from the back wago, landing on Jusker. It pecks at his stubble once to get his attention. "Master Auvreathem is a little frightened and confused, he asks for your guidance in this conflict."
Morde acknowledges the request, ascending quickly and deciding that the golem's head makes for a good perch to observe the area.
The raven with a few dark red designs flies off Tiasar's shoulder, landing atop some furniture across the room from the softly spoken man. Morde perches silently, after a moment appearing as a statue.
Did you finally get out of Deevor's Severing Ties?[/ooc]
Morder ruffles his feathers on Tiasar's shoulder. "I agree, fresh air up here. It's not so bad." Tiasar scowls at the dry raven.
Morde's feathers fluff up in what appears to be a physical show of anger, although it looks more comical than anything "I am more than capable of defending my master, half the time he couldn't walk if I wasn't his third eye"
The raven on Tiasar's shoulder flares its' wings at he's mentioned
As Tiasar goes on about the Paladin, the raven on his shoulder turns its head towards Saki. It narrows its eyes, and after a moment it speaks "A bodyguard. Hmph" the raven ruffles it's feathers
Morde returns to Tiasar's shoulder "Nothing interesting"
Suddently Morde moves, flaring out his wings "I'll see if there's anything else up there" and Morde takes off of Tiasar's shoulder up to the house
A raven with hints of red in its feathers flies in and lands on Tiasar's shoulder. It brings it's beak to Tiasar's ear, and after a moment Tiasar chucles. Then it looks at Calanthe, then Senken. Eventually it stops moving and eventually becomes so still you wonder if it has turned to stone
Ah, THIS is why Tiasar told me to keep my distance... Morde's voice takes on an edge "If you do not give me a response to Tiasar's question then you shall go hungry"
Morde lands a safe distance away from the little green skins "Tiasar has agreed to let you eat your fill should you not cause any trouble while they go into town"
Tiasar smiles as he feels Morde's claws dig into his shoulder. "Yes, this 'bird' is intelligent. I just don't often talk because you two legs squabble about nothing all day"
Tiasar's ears twitch as Andre walks in, and for the first time the bird on his shoulder moves. He shuffles his feet and rests looking the other direction, at Andre. After a moment his beak opens and you hear "Celestial"
Meanwhile Morde continues his casual flight
Diplomacy Morde politely greets the hostess and finds his way through
Morde continues on his merry way, flying over the next fence
Morde quickly moves on, flying over the ivy wall with no trouble
Morde quickly makes his way through the window
Morde slowly turns his head to Tiasar's ear "I may not be much at telling you two legs from another, but something like a scar I can see"
While remaining as un-lifelike as possible, Morde turns his head at a near un-perceptable rate as he examines the patrons Perception
Morde shakes his head "I don't know your human ways, and I doubt Tiasar would know much if it's a poison, he detests them"
"You may call me Morde" he whispers in the tieflings ear. Morde flies outside, taking a perch on the room of the building and scouting
Master departs soon Morde flies off his perch and onto Tiasars shoulder as he exits, and can't help looking at the large-scarred-lion-man again. After a minute he flies to Hrolf's shoulder and looks curiously at him
Morde fluffs his feathers as he adjusts himself on the roof. Staying out under bright-light-moon is better than hot-small-man-nest... Morde keeps quiet and scans the area for any newcomers
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