[Arrow wakes, and he's surprised he does. Last he remembered, he was across the sea in what he thought was a very safe little lifeboat but this...
this wasn't right. Had he died? Had he washed ashore by some miracle? Looking to the table, he reads the note. He gives a satisfied little Hmph, happy that there was those still believing in hospitality out there. And that this was some kind of proof he wasn't dead...probably.
He tidies himself up, straightening his jacket and feathers to look presentable for the inevitable meeting with his mysterious benefactor. Pocketing the key, he waddles out into the hallway and towards the foyer. He looks over the profiles, and mutters to himself, repeating the names back to memorize them.]
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this wasn't right. Had he died? Had he washed ashore by some miracle? Looking to the table, he reads the note. He gives a satisfied little Hmph, happy that there was those still believing in hospitality out there. And that this was some kind of proof he wasn't dead...probably.
He tidies himself up, straightening his jacket and feathers to look presentable for the inevitable meeting with his mysterious benefactor. Pocketing the key, he waddles out into the hallway and towards the foyer. He looks over the profiles, and mutters to himself, repeating the names back to memorize them.]
A bunch of weirdos, indeed.
[Still, not the strangest crew he's had.]