Sun Mote Copse Story of how wren became the chief of all birds

"So, you say that an adventure buddy, story-teller and treasure-seeker, basically, a partner in crime cannot be a friend?" Wraen asked, amused by the way Epic's mind and logic worked. In her opinion none of those things excluded the other. And, if they did, according to her friend/buddy/or whoever this peculiar fellow wanted to be in relation to her, then she had no idea, what should she refer herself to.

"Let's live and find out then, where we stand, over time," she finally suggested. Out of the corner of her eye she spied a trunk of a fallen tree and inspired by a sudden idea, she bounded towards it and jumped on it. "You do know that wrens are chiefs of all birds, according to a legend?" she asked him, perching herself as a royal person and looking down at Epic with a sly smile. "If a royalty extends it's paw to you - it is supposed to be a crime to deny it," she teased him and tilted her head to the side.