The bird suddenly flies up, passing over the head of a man at the common table, almost brushes the face of another, and finally makes a circle over the head of the barkeep. Then she returns on the shoulder of the hairy shoulder of the Jakka.<br/>One of the men she flew over is probably a local, with an ornate sword at his belt. The other one is an Arimite, or just a particularly ugly local. The barkeep is, well, a pot-bellied barkeep. There are probably thousands like him, including his figure and the shifty eyes.<br/>The men start rumbling, especially after one of them finds a feather in his cup. The Virago, however, just laughs.<br/>"Smart bird, I see you thought her many tricks," she throws across the room, nodding approvingly. "Thinking of selling it, Jakka? I can give you a good price, if that's the case".<br/>She raises her cup, motioning with her head that they're invited to sit at her table.<br/>"You can take your friends, too!"