"Can it fly?"
Beric watched the obese parrot waddle back and forth on the table, sticking its beak into every mug and bowl it came across before moving on to the next.
Captain Yörb furrowed his brow in thought and regarded the bird for a moment. "Maybe?" he gave back, sounding doubtful. "I've seen birds of this kind fly before, but Yörb never did." The parrot began banging its beak against an empty mug and curiously erected its crest upon hearing the sound. "Suits me fine though," the captain added. "I rarely leave my vessel either, so why should Yörb?"