Jail Bird Rock

Sirius was content to take a seat, and give the man a moment to see to his needs. That was one good thing he would find from this whole experience - he would be protected here. He would never go hungry, and well he would be put to work, he could always count on a roof over his head, food in his belly, and protection from others that might mean him hurt.

The fanged giant was more at ease, no longer feeling the need to intimidate the man he had acquired. For this reason, he sat in silence a few paces away well Bird ate his full, rather than towering over the man and ruining his appetite.

The soft sound of birdsong could be heard in the tree tips, and he sensed Bast out there in the woods, perhaps seeking her own breakfast. Once Bird had finished his meal and returned to the Warlord, Sirius climbed back to his feet, and continued onwards. “What are your strengths, and weaknesses? I know you have the knowledge to heal. Do you require further training in this field? Do you know the basics of fighting?” he asked the smaller man.