"Well we weren't about to leave her alone to be eaten by a crocodile. She... have you ever met a kenku? Birdfolk of a sort, typically reminiscent of crows. They've no voice of their own, but they're perfect mimics of words and sounds, as well as excellent creators of duplications or forgeries. She'd been separated from her family while running from some fighting... she actually came with us for a time, feisty little thing that she was, but we found her a new home with a family we ended up reuniting by rescuing the parents from unjust imprisonment." Molly chuckled faintly, something reservedly fond in his tone. For all he'd kept the little kenku girl at arms length he had liked her.

The sight of the angel loading his tea earns a glimmer of amusement, reminding the tiefling of Jester's love of sweets. Clearly this angel and the boisterous cleric would have gotten on well- Molly thought he would certainly enjoy her tales at least, likely would be at least somewhat indulgent of her mischief.

"Of a sort. Nothing quite so lighthearted or useful outside more martial pursuits I'm afraid. And a bit unsettling for folk to watch. Unfortunate really, I always figured I'd make a halfway decent bard."