[All of a sudden, as you dash through the trees, something flutters down from the canopy on top of you, sinking its claws into you...

...

They are very small claws. This is a very non-threatening presence, one of a small blue-and-orange pigeon who is digging his claws into your neck and/or back as you run. He folds his wings neatly at his sides, tilts his head, and coos,]

I could use the break.

[...so anyway he's not going to be helpful at all, but you're free to try to shake him off while he cheats at racing by using you as a mount.]

[It's Spring, which means that damn snow has finally melted off and Passenger can live his life as God intended: Wearing fancy attire and sitting on a bench outside the inn with a book. It's not too hot, considering the snow just barely melted, but it's warm enough to where he doesn't feel like he's going to die stepping outside. Living in Sargon for so many years does that to a man.

Heimr did tell Passenger he needed to get out more and make more friends. He... is not good at this, but he does look up and wave as you pass. Why not sit down for a spell? Look, he'll even put his book away. He's so friendly and normal right now and—

—and sneezing. Uh-oh, someone has allergies.]

...pardon me.

[hello, a pigeon will be around this month thank you for your time, i don't have much this month but yk i'm down for anything lmao]