Starter for @halcandran-wizard
-Marx stands at the river side, a fishing pole in his mouth, on the quest for fish. Marx would alternate between using his wing claws and using his mouth to hold the fishing pole, neither were great options. It was a little difficult to fish with your mouth but the jester made it work.
He makes a sort of whiny grumble around the fishing pole in his mouth. The jester is beginning to think he was better off diving for fish when he feels a tug on the line. Jerking himself back Marx quickly bites down harder on the pole. His wings come out and he hops up into the air. Pulling the fish up with him and the jester sets the catch a decent distance away from the water.
Proud with his catch Marx giggles happily. He had a nice snack! The fish was actually pretty big as he got closer to it. It could potentially serve two people...Marx wasn’t into sharing though. However, maybe it could be seasoned by someone?
Getting an idea Marx quickly put the fish out of its misery, then picks up the fish’s tail in his mouth. Hopping up into the air again Marx flies to where Magolor would be. Humming a merry tune.-