Shadewood All I need is one

Musing generally over the never-thought-of question, the assassin chuckled after not knowing the answer to something, for once. “In all honesty, I have no clue. I’ve seen it hunting fish with ease, but not too fond of many nuts or berries. Maybe a few bugs? But I’ve know clue. It’s crest is a bit regal though, the crown it wears. Pretty and blue, so I’ve just assumed it was a royal little fisher bird. Something along those lines.”

Turning to scan her face, he couldn’t decipher anything along her that would point that she was disbelieving in her own words; she meant what she said, believed it with seemingly every ounce of herself. And that made a stronger resolve in himself. He gave an appreciative nod, continuing in their journey through the fantastic home. “I believe you,” he said, no malice in his voice at the seemingly disbelieving response.