Blackbeak Bluff sleepy tea

he grinned to hear her voice, which was pleasant, not of this coast. his paw dropped and with it the veil of corded off-white, but the bard made sure that his smile was sounded in his speech.

славуј. he told her.

slah-vooy. he enunciated.

the nightingale. he explained, the one word he knew to say without a touch of his accent.

end hoo arr yu-- held at bay for just a moment, a coughing fit overcame the man, and he attempted to muffle it by bunching up his beard and pushing it into his face, as to not displease the oystershell nypmh.