The cleric's sense of composure was lost when the stranger had mentioned 'ugly chickens.' He chuckled briefly at many things, the prospect of one leaving the safety of a village or town to pursue liesurely activities like cockatrice watching among them.<strong>"Indeed I do have something else in mind. You see, their bones are part of a remedy and even if the wretches could speak I highly doubt they'd be willing to give one up."</strong>