Loretta
After his run in with Femi in the desert, Rhurrik traveled for nearly a week until he finally reached the duchy of Vedian. He knew the bard's guild, The Noteworthy Brotherhood, was in the eladrin kingdom of Thyseer, meaning he was well over half way there. Rather than flying, the aarakocrian bard was walking along the path, his eyes on the countless fields of grain and wheat rather than the road ahead of him. In his hands, he idly strummed his lute and practiced lyrics aloud for any passersby to hear. It sounded like no song anyone had likely ever heard, given he was attempting to write his own music as he traveled. Currently, he was playing a gentle tune, and humming and singing to himself as he went.

"*I breathed a song into the air, it fell to earth I knew not where. For who has sight so keen and strong, that it can follow the flight of song?*"

Rhurrik continued his little tune, tweaking lyrics and scolding himself should he play the wrong note or sing the wrong line. Ruffling his feathers at himself, Rhurrik stopped beside a stump and took a seat to snack on some traveling rations. He hadn't seen many other faces traveling on the road, but any he did pass he made sure to be kind and greet them before carrying on his way. Aside from his lute, the young aarakocra didn't have much in the way of belongings. Only a simple bag with rations and paper within it.
Michael
The soft brush of wind melted across the face of the shapeshifting Roc, Lucius, as he stepped forlornly down the path. He had come to know the roads well enough to hold conversation with the air currents without much effort, responding to its unpredictable yet familiar sensations with a soft warble that he had come to know from passerbys the last few days.
Boots dragged aimlessly across the ground, kicking up dust as Lucius silently cursed himself for even trying to make any profit on such a lonely pathway. What was he thinking? Really- what poor schmuck was going to just wander out here and leave themselves vulnerable enough to rob- here, the middle of nowhere!

*"Stupid buffoon, you damp old wetch. Can't even.."* Words drifted in and out each step the shapeshifter took, accomplishing little more than heightening his savage appetite for action and money. It was hard to focus on much more than his own boots and echoes of his shrill, nasaly voice against the surroundings, but every now and again he looked up to see a dirty, haggard face- the face of a poor man commuting without a dime on him. 

*"...-wenches... -should have knocked 'em... -nothin' better for 'em.."* Lucius rambled on under his breath, looking up once again to check where he was- not that he needed to, being able to imagine himself from the sky as he was used to. 
Of course there was still nothing of interest except for a.. Bard? Well, how unfortunate! A continued streak of bad luck, as bards rarely had anything worth stealing or destroying. At the very least, they had directions. Even worse, this one had the distinct figure of his own kind. More people Lucius didn't need! Gah!
An agitated puff blew from his nostrils like a wild animal's huff as the shapeshifter nonchalantly bumbled up to the bard. He tried his best for a fake smile, but ended up scowling instead as he strode forward and asked his every-time first line- the most social act of language ever conceived by shapeshifter kind:

*"Greetings, friend."*
Loretta
Hearing footsteps before a voice, Rhurrik glanced over to see an average man making his way down the path. The arrakocra dipped his head in greetings before waving a clawed hand his way, "Greetings." Rhurrik smiled, or at least gave as much a smile as a beaked bird-man could. Noticing the scowl however through Rhurrik off guard a bit, but he tried to remain as friendly and neutral as possible. "Not many travelers on these roads, hm?" Rhurrik attempted to start some sort of conversation, though he soon returned his hand to his lute, strumming it idly with no particular tune or song in mind. Taking in the man's features and clothing, Rhurrik was left extremely unsure about him, but remained kind nonetheless.

"Care for a tune?" Rhurrik offered, gesturing to his lute with a slight smile. He was still shaky when it came to songs he had written himself, but he knew plenty popular shanties, songs and limericks. He could easily play in a court for royals or nobles, at least he thought so. That of course was never something he'd admit aloud, as Rhurrik was a very humble aarakocra at heart. Whether the man said yes or no, Rhurrik followed up with his name. "I'm Rhurrik, Rhurrik Nephyr. It's nice to meet you, sir."