"Sea brings the strong aand lu-kkkka-y. Those not strong, ta-kkka-en by waaves. Those not lu-kkkka-y, ta-kkkka-en by Lord of the waaves,” the bird man explains with his high pitched voice and competent grasp of the common tongue. His already small lips stretch open and his beak juts forwards when enunciating certain sounds. Accompanied by slight twitches in his neck whenever this happens, this is a truly strange sight to behold. “I aam Rud,” he introduces himself, “Bird fol-kkka kkka-eep to us,”<br/>He unfolds a wing in a sweeping motion, a rather grand gesture but a necessary one, since he is apparently unable simply raise his limb as Alysia can her arm. Rud indicates in a westerly direction, where the sand continues around the end of the grey cliff face. “Elves of kkka-aves,” he says shortly, before repeating the gesture with his other wing to point east. “Men of Chaastley, elves of wood, dwarves of island,”