As Alysia turns her attention to her armour lavishing it with oil and careful treatment, the sun continues to rise above the sea and soon the metal she is working on glitters, throwing stray rays of sunlight across her skin and occasionally into her eyes. The sand beneath her feet is also pleasantly warmed as the night’s chill is expelled by the fiery glow.<br/>The bird folk’s curiosity continues to grow, and more and more start appearing on the edge of the cliff. Finally, as Alysia is reattaching her armour, one them braves the descend, landing deftly on the beach. With nimble legs bent, and based of his slight build, low body weight he barely disturbs the land, scattering merely a few grains with the last flap of his wings, and when he steps forwards the footprints revealed are shallower than those of a human.<br/>The newcomer looks like those of his kind that Alysia saw earlier, but his cloths are finer, the colours fresh and the few tears have been crudely stitched with a sharp twig. Around his neck hangs a clump of undyed feathers, their varying size and shape indicating they may come from a number of different individuals. Perhaps a sign of authority? “You aare new here,” the bird man states the obvious but relevant observation in a high pitched voice. Up close Alysia can see that although their face is human, their teeth has merged into a disturbing beak like object, and their gums have shrivelled, revealing a single row unbroken enamel even when their mouth is closed.