“Maybe some other time.” Narral replied, firmly gripping Adelaide’s hand and shaking it roughly. “Name’s Narral and I currently don’t have any copper to my name, I’d offer you a song but ol' nipples over there.” She released Adelaide’s hand to jab a thumb to the Satyr behind them. “is playing at the moment.”

It was an unspoken law between bards not to interrupt another during a performance and any bard who dared to break that law wasn’t even worth the dirt the stood on. She was about to continue talking to the elf when something large and heavy landed on her head. She froze, feeling talons dig slowly into her scalp. It was a bird, definitely a bird of some kind. What the hell was a bird doing in here? Who the hell had brought a bird in here!? Animals and birds hated her and she hated them in return. Apart from ravens because they’re cool.

“Get it off.” She murmured quietly. It was best not to disturb the vicious animal. Any loud noise could set it off.

Suddenly the door exploded allowing a shouty man to bumble in with money and the promise of free drinks, as well as a new door but Narral didn’t care about that. She would’ve cheered along with the others had whatever bird resting upon her skill not have dug its sharp talons deeper in.

“Get this damn bird off me.” She pleaded to Adelaide. “Kill it if you must just get the damn thing off!”