Penguin, an adult emperor penguin, bristles with frustration. He watches the clumsy, flightless dodos waddle by, their carefree chirps mocking his own earthbound existence. A simmering rage boils within him. "They can't fly," he hisses through gritted teeth, "and yet, they seem perfectly content." Penguin vows to defy his species' limitations. He will conquer the skies, not just to prove his superiority, but to spite the dodos. Driven by this burning ambition, he embarks on a desperate, and perhaps delusional, quest to learn to fly before a single dodo ever takes to the air.

The same penguin rolled his cannon past you, then he stopped. He turned around, then took in your appearance, silently judging you.

As Penguin studied your appearance, a pang of curiosity stirred within him beneath the surface. The judgmental silence lingered for a moment, then, with a sigh, he spoke.

"You're... interesting," he reluctantly admitted, his tone measured and wary. "What brings you to these parts?"