The cave is pitch black and smells of dank and mold. It's quiet except for a faint dripping noise from water overhead and the occasionally scurrying of an unseen rodent through the darkness. Barely discernable by the light of a torch is a small pile of bones in one corner. From what type of animal they are from is unclear.
Gallery, Cave
townsperson
songbird
It's a beautiful day to sing! Ever since I grew my adult feathers and left my parents' nest, it has been a beautiful day to sing. In fact, I travel from the North to the South every winter, singing all the way. Wow, I hope there are some worms down there on the ground. We songbirds are not vegetarians, you know.
I don't remember, I'm a little bit confused as well. But I shall sing all the way. Your song is most comforting. But if we don't get out of here quick we may both end up the same as this pile of bones in the corner. Follow me. I'll try my best to get us out. Oh thank you! When we get out of here I shall make you a fine suit! I am a tailor who works for the royal family you know. I enjoy cloth. Here, let's take your measurements while we have the time. Hold this please. Okay. Oh songbird, though I can barely feed my family, I shall do my best to repay you in the finest cloth for your help and company in this horrible cave. I think I know how to get out of here now. I think we have to turn left up ahead. I shall follow your lead then. But tell me more about your life, if you don't mind. I fly every winter north to south. And I eat worms. Interesting. For a bird that can speak so well I think that you could do much more in life than that.