[center][h1][url=https://dicecloud.com/character/BxxoTRLyxxNMeTbaK/Bobbin-Wiev][color=fff200]Bobbin [img]https://i.imgur.com/TR79Nd5.png[/img] Wiev[/color][/url][/h1][/center][hr] The raven-feathered head bobbed to and fro as the kenku followed the conversation. Most humanoids had such odd naming conventions, insisting on a meaningless jumble of sounds that sounded vaguely wordlike. Those whose names had a meaning often didn't know the meaning or had no reason to care. Jacoby. Safira. Shaedra. Meaningless terms of reference, and yet required for interaction. Kenku names were more personal, chosen by the kenku himself to represent what they were known for. A collection of sounds... although other humanoids often were unable to replicate them. Another reminder of what he had lost. The Sapphire sounded as uncomfortable with crowds as the Kenku was, withdrawing into her shell like a shy hatchling as others approached. The elf seemed concerned with some star, and her goal could potentially be of interest to the kenku. The word spoken behind her did not escape the kenku's hearing, and it sounded as if a companion were close by, be it animal, humanoid, or construct. She seemed from cursory glance a master of nature, perhaps of beasts, but appearances were oft inaccurate. Patience was key. The next to appear was intriguing to say the least. A fish out of water, speaking in near gibberish and comparing him to the lofty and distant cousins whose wings were never clipped. The avian people that the gods still smiled upon were never allies of this kenku's, nor of any he had met. And yet, before the unintended insult could pass by ignored, the Jacoby one found it his place to correct the fish. And the elf. This kenku found it fortunate that the man had not found cause to correct his vocalizations yet. Out came the flask as this Jacoby one talked, and the sound of liquid being consumed could be heard. Once the man had silenced himself, and barring any more immediate interruptions, the kenku deigned to respond. [color=fff200]"Words are... words,"[/color] came the sound of an elderly man, as if he were a teacher in a classroom performing a lecture. [color=fff200]"Their meaning is meaningless on their own."[/color] The voice switched, now mimicking that of a young girl, full of wonder and curiosity. [color=fff200]"Pleased to meetcha! My name is..."[/color] What followed next was a series of sounds that could only be described as a boxing match being vocalized. Punches whizzed by, yet never seemed to land. The kenku ducked and weaved, almost looking as if he would fall over from the sudden movements, yet never quite losing his balance. The sounds and motions continued only a few seconds before they ceased, replaced by a man's voice drawling lazily and not a little bit drunk. [color=fff200]"But y'all can call me... Bobbin Wiev. A damned kenku, no less!"[/color] The voice was replaced by the old teacher's voice, this time sounding energetic and happy. [color=fff200]"We call him the Drunken Owlbear, too. You should see him fight!"[/color] The head cocked towards the triton, and the kenku's eyes blinked lazily. The energy with which he had talked seemed to be an ill match for the kenku's current state. The voice next mirrored the triton's own words, a facsimile of the fish man's previous statement: [color=fff200]"Guardian of the Flotes!"[/color] The kenku's head bobbed the other direction before the little girl's voice could be heard again. [color=fff200]"What's that?"[/color]