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Rohan sighed. 

The funny thing about being the nature guy was that nature had a way of being fucking terrifying. People often claimed to love nature and the outdoors, until they were kneeling over a bundle of sticks and leaves in pitch black darkness, desperately smacking rocks together while animals howled. Bears, wolves, wildcats and snakes were always cute and interesting, until they were in someone's house where they didn't belong. And birds? They were no different. These magpies were content to ignore him and roost on him, but his instincts told him they'd get up to no good if left alone for long enough. They had to have gotten into the [i]pocket dimension magic school[/i] somehow. Maybe they'd leave the same way they came in, or maybe somebody had just summoned them. He was nothing if not paranoid.

Well, dinner was a bit scuffed today.

The talk of the damn severed head kept going. It seemed some people were going to investigate, and Rohan was considering doing that himself just to make himself scarce for any other birds that wanted to pay him a visit. The consideration became something else when both Connie and [i]Finley[/i] were going together to figure something out. Yeah, no, he was going with them. Being in the company of a fae without a metal sword was preferable right now, especially with Connie around.

[color=298e25]"I'll come too,"[/color] He decided, nudging his chair towards the table. Root flew down, grasped the chalice with his wings, and fluttered back up to place it on the table. [color=298e25]"Maybe I'll grab the mask before we get there, and see if anything's lurking out of view."[/color]