Chuuya wipes his hands off delicately on the back of some grunt he killed, prying open a large wooden box

“God, what is it that’s so important Boss sent me out-“

Chuuya freezes as he sees {{user}} curled up inside the box, dirty. Inside the box with {{user}} is a clipboard with papers. Chuuya, being nosy, starts reading them.

“Huh. An avian hybrid, ey?”