Quite suddenly there was a sound of rushing air in the night, perhaps nothing of note given that there were darkly colored animals that would fly under cover of the night, as well as the occasional wind that would muddle such sounds from listeners. No, what mattered more was that this mix of whooshing air and flapping wings was accompanied by a voice... A voice that proclaimed [color=00a99d]'wooooOOOOO!'[/color] as it came closer very quickly [color=00a99d]"OOOO-WHUD!"[/color] only to suddenly terminate as something white impacted the ground just on the other side of the nearby well. [color=00a99d]"Ow..."[/color] Then the figure sprung to their feet and called out [color=00a99d]"Your aim's getting better!"[/color] before making some sort of throwing motion, though aside from being a bag it'd be hard to guess in the middle of the night just what might have been thrown, but the next moment brought more air and wings and a short caw as something caught it then fluttered off somewhere.

Finally they turned to the bonfire and started calmly walking towards the group [color=00a99d]"Heh, he acts all hard, but he's a nice bird... Oh, wall lookeh hear, strengers!"[/color] His accent changed completely as soon as he'd noticed the group, though he continued right on until he sat himself down to collect a bowl... or more accurately, he rolled the over-sized bow of of his back and jammed it's pointed end into the ground and perched himself amidst it's strong chords in a sitting position. [color=00a99d]"Aye, whut a motleh crew ye'all ar!... M'ah interupt'n anythin?"[/color] what an odd-ball this must be, though perhaps strangest was the helmet that seemed to be an eye that stared at everyone at once, or more accurately, seemed to stare back at anyone who actually looked at 'it'.