With her perceptions in a mix down twenty lightyears through the sticks, Pluck turned toward the only thing that grabbed her attention: the sign with an unfamiliar but still legible text on it. Much like with Sylvan, she knew not hew she understood what the sign read, but her mind effortlessly knew what the four letters were. Whatever "GESB" was supposed to mean, though, was a mystery to her, as well as how she found herself at the edge of a forest with nothing else in view but this sign and building. She tried to re-trace her steps, but the last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Pahkidoo, and this certainly didn't look like Pahkidoo.
"Indigo?" Pluck didn't quite know why she called Indigo's name. There was no good reason Indigo would be here,, but she figured that if there was anyone that could explain what was happening, it would be them. Of course, there was no response from Indigo, nor from anybody else. The silence made Pluck uncomfortable, so she hurried toward the only point of interest, that being the building with the sign in front of it. The ground made an odd sound under her claws as she walked quickly toward the building, and it certainly didn't feel like normal earth.
The closer she got to the building, the more it looked like the tavern she visited in Spinarum. It probably looked like most other taverns, in fact, but the Kenku had a rather small frame of reference. She steps inside, probably being the shortest patron the GESB had seen in quite a long time. She scans the taproom, which is empty except for the ever-present bartender. Her claws tapped across the wooden floor as she made her way toward the bar and climbed onto a stool, her feet dangling quite some distance from the ground.
For a moment, she wasn't sure what to do. Should she ask where she is? Would that make her look foolish, for being in a place without even knowing where it is? Pluck felt a little foolish, if only because that kept happening to her, and she didn't know why. Self-consciously, she adjusted her hat, giving the bleached feather sticking out of it a reassuring stroke. She didn't want anyone to think of her as a fool, so she kept that thought to herself.
Eventually, she decided that she should just order a drink. That is, after all, what is done in taverns. But then she realized that she didn't know what to ask for. The blackberry wine she tried in Spinarum was good, but it was strong, or at least, it was for Pluck, and Norren had told her not to have any more. Norren had also said that she can maybe try some again another night, but he wasn't here, and the headache Pluck had the day after drinking the wine told her that it would be a good idea to wait until he was around again.
However, the blackberry wine gave Pluck an idea. She made eye contact with the bartender, who was already expectantly looking at her. "Excuse me," she started, her voice voice soft and melodious, "do you have blackberry juice?" The bartender nodded, and Pluck was satisfied with her decision a minute later when he handed her a glass of her drink. Her legs swung absentmindedly underneath her as she occasionally dipped her beak in the glass, clearly enjoying the drink, until a noise outside grabbed her attention. She swung around and saw... something fly off into the sky outside the tavern. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, at least, that she could remember. All but forgetting her drink, she hopped up from her seat and hurried toward the door to get a better look, bumping into the waist of human that was entering the building.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said. Andrew was face-to-face with what appeared to be a crow-person - or, he would be face-to-face, if she wasn't shorter than four feet tall. She wore an ostentatious purple outfit, complete with a feathered hat, and a rapier sheathed at her side. "Did you see that outside? What was that!?"
