Iharangi grinned.<br/>"Want a story? Very well!"<br/>He adopted a prayer - like position.<br/><em>"There was once a mmmmocking bird..."<br/></em>His face looked almost like a that of a praying man, with eyes half-closed, but people tend to smile less when they do that.<br/><em>"...and it flew over the ocean, until it noticed a slaveship..."</em><br/>If that's indeed a sutra, nobody has heard it before.<br/><em>"It felt pity for the slaves, so it called his friends on his ship to the place..."</em><br/>His smile grew larger.<br/><em>"...and then it joined in the melee..."<br/></em>He opened suddenly his eyes.<em><br/>"...falling from above. "Freedom is worth fighting for!", it said."</em><br/>He resumed his normal stance and bowed.<br/>"Sorry, best I could do on the spot. Still, it sounds better than "I'm going to follow them in the form of a bird, or a fish, than call you to me". Besides, I'll fly after Dream Shadow to keep an eye for problems, and if I can overhear something myself...then all the better."<br/>He raised to go, but before leaving, he added.<br/>"Besides, performers are usually able to gather lots of gossip. I would suggest a performance, Bradeton, but it's up to you."<br/>With that, he opened the door, assuming a bird form and flew through it, shrieking. Dream Shadow wouldn't wait for him. In fact, he probably didn't even know he was followed, but there was a certain strength in numbers as any accountant or street fighter could easily testify...