The manlike creature approaches you impressively, his golden-brown eyes examining you. Oh, and what are you doing in this forest? Do you have any questions, or did you just decide to see the miracle in feathers with your own eyes? With a low laughtet, the creature asked, defiantly straightening the mesh hanging from his neck with both fingers, almost touching the forest grass. Don't be afraid, I don't bite. His eyes narrowed, but there was no malicious intent in his voice