" This place is deader than a breakfast of bugs. Caw. " Szarka says from Malwyns shoulder.
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" Caaaw... You cawld ask me yourself. Caaw. " Szarka squawks from Malwyns shoulder and the spreads his wings and takes off heading out over the jungle.
Caw... Caw...
Szarka crunches down the jerky and then takes of through the door. He flies down to the tents out the front of the walls and begins picking his way between them acting like a regular raven he simply listens to people.
Szarka circles around the area his eyes attempting to pierce the foliage, looking for any further threats.
Szarka stands by Malwyn and watches Jessop move about the tent waking the others. As Jessop approaches to wake Malwyn the bird cocks its head to the side and says some what quietly " Caw, don't touch him. He hates it and he'll squeal for sure. Caaw, and don't tell him you know he hates that to. "
From off to the side the group hears what sounds like the mixture of a Raven call and a laugh " Caaww Cah Caw Cah Caaww Caaww. This is a fine group of misfits you decide to travel with! " |