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« on: September 21, 2016, 09:36:45 pm »
Kwynnuhaav perches on the extending end of an exposed ridge beam, concealed by the shadow of the bridge house behind him. His wings shudder as a breeze dances across the rooftops. From his vantage in this landscape of shingles and chimneys, he peers keenly down into the canyons of street.
He mutters to himself, "Not quite like home in the city of towers and wings, but I don't have any contacts yet in this city. I'll have to take what I can get if I want food tomorrow."
A sudden noise of surprise and struggle cuts into the dark silence, and Kwynnuhaav whips his head around to find the source. Seeing nothing, he creeps along the gable end to jump softly to the neighboring building. Nestled in the grey stone of the street below a smudge of texture interrupts the scene. A faint expression of surprise and interest cross his face, then resolve sets in.
Kywnnuhaav mumbles even quieter now, "If I can't eat it, I can certainly sell it." He begins a slow and stealthy descent back to the streets everyone else frequents, readying to snatch the sack.