Cadewyn: *appears two days late with cake, cookies, and booze* "Hey, Losers, what's up? How's everyone doing? How's your hand, Asher?"
“Cadewyn! Hello hello! Asher’s been up for a day and has been screeching at me the entire time. I’ve drowned him out with dragging in a few birds for incessant chattering.”
“Who the hell repairs a hand with tentacles, though!? Tha--” Asher is interrupted by what can only be described as a shitload of sparrows tweeting over him.“AND WHERE DID YOU GET ALL THESE DAMN BIRDS?!”
“The cultists worshiping me used to use messenger sparrows. I still keep some around.”