Cindergrove

A ramshackle display of every sort of one-off item you could imagine was sprawled near the entrance of the barn. Whenever anyone new wandered his way, a black, corvid-like man with a huge beak and feathery body, dressed in drab traveler's garb, hopped up on a box and blew a harsh, high note on a whistle. No... he wasn't actually using the whistle, he was mimicking the sound with his voice!

"Wares for sale!" He quoted, his voice high and feminine. In the next breath, "get your thing-em-a-bobs!" in a deep man's voice, with the last few words strung together as though from several different sentences. He then gave a child's laugh and danced back to wriggle his claw-like fingers over lanterns, buckets, poles, chains... you name it. "You could buy a new boat!" He cried, pointing at a rowboat that had been laboriously dragged into the back of a cart. A pair of pigs rooted around behind him, their shoulders calloused from cart-pulling harnesses.

Stretching as she walked over to this new place her feet have taken her, Fang began to observe the surroundings. Her nose twitch at the ever-present charred smell in the air, though faint it's still wasnt pleasant. Ugh, bitter.

She took in the noise and smell of this... bare town. A variety of faint scent, very diverse and unique and the usual hustle-bustle of a day, though not much hustling or bustling can be done around, she assumes. One particular sound was booming above all, and it was getting quite annoying. She decided to walk towards the source of this noise.

Nearing in, she saw the birdkin man (though she knew by now not to call the birdkins "birdkin") shouting and spouting what seems to be a never-ending list of his wares.

He ought to answer any questions I have, he is already talking so much with no conversation partners.

Fang walked over to him, observing the trinkets and items on display.

The kenku noticed Fang as she came near and, pulling his hood back a little, bobbed his head up and down, up and down. "Hello, hello," he said, in two distinct voices. "I've Great things, you have Shinies?"

Fang studied the man, now more clearly without his obstructing hood.
"Well, if you mean gold, yeah... But I don't really feel like shopping today. I just stopped by here on my journey, wondering what's this town deal."

The kenku deflated a little, feathers rustling down to give him a drowned cat look. "It's Waypoint, a fork in the Roads." Again, it seemed as though this creature used the voices of others, for his sentences were cobbled together from different sounds, different sentences, different volumes and emotions into a strange echo that more or less made sense.

"You are a New girl, you need Sharp Gear for safety! For travel!" He whirled, back to her, and whirled back with what appeared to be a lump of amber woven together into an amulet of some sort. "Five gold only?"

The strange sound that the crow emits makes Fang wonder if those sounds are compiled from different sources he'd heard. Alas that's not her business how the crow communicates.

Fang turned her attention to the shabby looking amulet. "What does it do? 5 golds seem much for what seems it would fall apart soon."

“Fall apart soon.” The man canted his head, emitting Fang’s voice back to her, then fluffed his head ruff up entirely. “Amulet is channel! Channel for magic, channel for Belief! No more hunt for Spell components!” He waggled the amulet back and forth a few more times, then set it back on his blanket. “You not magic, maybe No good.”

“Rat Scratch passing through. This is a good Taphouse, drinks! Food, sleep.” He hopped closer, feathers quivering. “Safety! Rest Camp.”

Taken aback by the outburst, Fang stepped back and held out her hand. "Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to offend anyone." She really got to think about speaking more often.
"You're right, I don't use magic, so I guess it's not so appealing to me." She cocked her head to the side. "Okay I got you... Rat Scratch isn't it? Sorry for intruding, have you been here often?" Fang asked, still determined to get more information on the town.

"Also, maybe you have some cheap souvenir or accessories?" Feeling guilt at insulting the merchant's wares, she decided she could do him a favor by buying some cheap random stuff to send back home.

The corvid merchant croaked, and then in a flurry of activity produced a flask etched with the image of a raven's head. Though it had been done by hand, the work looked surprisingly good. "Yes, yes! Souvenir! Pretty and Shiny and yours to fill! Two copper, only!"

Eyeing the flask, Fang grinned. "That looks like a fantastic deal." She searched her pouch. "I only have gold though, hope it's okay."
Fang gave the man a gold coin and took the flask, as the crow searches for change.