Blade stared casually at the bird. Its behavior was puzzling, but it was quickly clear that it was directed. As for the WHY of things, the man honestly had no clue, but it wasn't just random animal behavior. For the time being, though, the man sat down, then looked to Matthew. "Well, chief, whenever you're ready to move, just say the word." He spoke. In the meantime he did his best to figure out the group. Two hotheaded dragons (Or at least demidragons), a hothead whose tongue was almost incomprehensible, another hotheaded woman who seemed to have an irritable streak (avoid), a very confident dancer (people like that made him nervous), and a timid seeming young woman who was being treated as a princess (a hero worshiper perhaps? He couldn't be sure). For certain, it was a motley group. And there they were diving into the land of a nation where the young man had held his first memory after his loss. 

"You know," Blade spoke, addressing both Matthew and Heather. "That's not a wild bird... Someone's pet, I'd guess."