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Uuuuh, hey guys?
So I was wandering around in the woods collecting pears and I met some talking birds that we might want to talk to?
Being birds that talk doesn't really make them credible sources of information per se but they seem to know some stuff about what's going on?
[Kon turns his mirror around to face the two birds. They're large ravens, currently perched on a tree branch. He expands his mirror and leaves it to float. They start to speak to them, chirpily, rather excited to have someone to talk to.]
Huginn: Hi! Hello! Welcome to the Wilderlands, Chosen Ones, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Huginn and this here is my compatriot Muninn, and as you can see, we are birds.
Muninn: Talking birds. We're very good at it. [A brief pause.] Talking, that is. Not at being birds, we're actually rather terrible at being birds.
Huginn: We are indeed very good at talking, which means we can say a great many things about things we know.
Muninn: And we know many things! Lots of things.
Huginn: Yes, lots of things. Anyway, we know many things and have heard tell of your coming to this world. You know how people talk about a secret and say 'a little birdie told me'? Well I'm proud to say those birds would be us! In specific.
Muninn: We're maybe a bit too inclined towards the gossip, but y'know, it's quite boring being birds, especially if you can talk. A lot of the other birds can't. Just a twitter this, tweet tweet that.
Huginn: Anyway, we have heard gossip about you, whispers from the Green and other places, and we thought we should perhaps say hello and see if you've heard enough to carry on wherever you're meant to go!
Muninn: We don't know everything but we can at least tell you what we've overheard. You sound terribly important, at least according to the gossip.
[ooc: Everyone is free to chime in and ask all the questions they want. Not everything will get answers, but they'll get at least some information on their situation and where to go next.]
So I was wandering around in the woods collecting pears and I met some talking birds that we might want to talk to?
Being birds that talk doesn't really make them credible sources of information per se but they seem to know some stuff about what's going on?
[Kon turns his mirror around to face the two birds. They're large ravens, currently perched on a tree branch. He expands his mirror and leaves it to float. They start to speak to them, chirpily, rather excited to have someone to talk to.]
Huginn: Hi! Hello! Welcome to the Wilderlands, Chosen Ones, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Huginn and this here is my compatriot Muninn, and as you can see, we are birds.
Muninn: Talking birds. We're very good at it. [A brief pause.] Talking, that is. Not at being birds, we're actually rather terrible at being birds.
Huginn: We are indeed very good at talking, which means we can say a great many things about things we know.
Muninn: And we know many things! Lots of things.
Huginn: Yes, lots of things. Anyway, we know many things and have heard tell of your coming to this world. You know how people talk about a secret and say 'a little birdie told me'? Well I'm proud to say those birds would be us! In specific.
Muninn: We're maybe a bit too inclined towards the gossip, but y'know, it's quite boring being birds, especially if you can talk. A lot of the other birds can't. Just a twitter this, tweet tweet that.
Huginn: Anyway, we have heard gossip about you, whispers from the Green and other places, and we thought we should perhaps say hello and see if you've heard enough to carry on wherever you're meant to go!
Muninn: We don't know everything but we can at least tell you what we've overheard. You sound terribly important, at least according to the gossip.
[ooc: Everyone is free to chime in and ask all the questions they want. Not everything will get answers, but they'll get at least some information on their situation and where to go next.]