Berry securely in beak, Corvo flapped away as the person called after her, cawing laughter as she went. Yeah, good luck! Never getting your berry back, prick! That’s what you get for shooing me away from the table!
Then, though, she saw something that almost (almost, but not quite) caused her to drop her berry (so, she ate it, quickly, gulping it down so it couldn’t accidentally fall out).
Her wings snapped and she swooped, gliding down to come to a rest on a knotty root twisting up from the ground, in front of a person in a...something costume. A costume of some sort.
I fucking HOPE that’s a costume.
“So,” Corvo croaked, head twitching sideways, this ways, that ways, every ways she could to try to figure out what the hairless, toothy, tongue-y, thing, was. “Some kind of...hairless...lizardbeast? Oh! Yao Guai, from Fallout?”
Looked vaguely similar. Even less hair, though.