Boring. Just boring.

That was all Hawks could think to himself as he sits perched up on the cliff edge and gazes down at the bay below, the cove home to the little port village that toils day in and day out. Some fisherman, merchants, and every once in a while a young adventurer or two come to scour the land for hidden riches.

Riches that were his mind you. Things he has collected over the years. Territory he has claimed and held for years.

Still, he would be lying if he said he didn't wish to get a little action recently, someone to challenge him, someone to attempt to plunder his possessions. Hell, even a little lost traveler would be a treat.

So when the day slogs by and he spots something new entering his domain his feathers rustle in cautious curiosity, eyes flickering to life from their bored state.

Now what do we have here?