[h1][color=30cb00]Parrot[/color][/h1]
	
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	Parrot is currently within the town of Magnolia, studying new batch of old tomes he had bought in an open market early in the month. So far, what he found in those tomes was informational junk, but when he finally reached the last of the tomes, especially the last page, he ran into something rather interesting...
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	With tranquility and serenity, Parrot is quietly sitting at a table near the front of a cafe. While reading a book with his usual "a page turned every minute", he bites into some sweet nut bread, taking a sip of milk tea right afterwards. Sitting upon his shoulder is his animal companion. Occasionally, his pet bird would peck at his head, nibble at his ear, or climb onto his head, but this did not stir nor bother Parrot, who was ingrained into the tome he was reading.
	
	Parrot could care less about the Ball, for such gatherings did not interest him nor did they make him feel comfortable. What did interest him was the old, musty tome he was currently perusing with great concentration. It was a parchment book, with a black, leather cover that was covered with strange intricacies. Parrot had received this strange document through a bazaar 
	
	The dense descriptions recount the history of a strange collection of people living within the center of a desert. It detailed their culture with lifelike illustrations, descriptive text, and accounts of their strange rituals. This, though, did not impress Parrot, nor did it interest him greatly, but his curiosity was piqued when he arrived to the descriptions of the idols. There, the descriptions abruptly stopped, with a sparse amount of text and a half-finished image haphazardly drawn. Parrot flipped through the rest of the empty parts, searching for fine print or hidden drawings. 
	
	"That's odd," he said to himself as he closed the tome, deeply disturbed at the incomplete state of the book. "This book should have at least more to it... What do you think, Terry?" When Parrot said this, his pet bird squawked in response. "Are you certain? I don't think Jamie the Master Researcher would care for such a thing." The bird screamed in response to this. "Okay. Okay. I'll go ask, for your sake." Upon saying so, Parrot packed his few tomes into a leather bag, rose from the table he was sitting at, and left the cafe, leaving a tip for the waitresses. With great finesse, Parrot silently walked towards the Phoenix Wing Guild.
	
	As he passed by people, he began to think and record magically about what he had just read, considering the possibilities and history of what he had just read. As he completed the conversion of memory to data, he arrives at the Phoenix Wing Guild, only to find its doors are closed.

	"That's right, the whole Phoenix guild is out for the Ball today. Why don't we go home and create something interesting. Right, Terry?" Terry whistles excitingly. Parrot turns around and begins to walk home...