I'll be your wingman
We’re the group that regularly destroys our DM’s hopes and dreams.
We’ve arrived at an inn and in the midst of our travels managed to get a bird each.Our human druid and human rogue (Twin sisters) each have a raven. The tiefling bard has a magpie and our dwarf fighter has been the most recent bird-parent and bought himself a goose.
It becomes clear that the goose has the advantage in this relationship as it manages to get the room key from the dwarf AND lock itself in the room for the night.
Knowing he’s safe, the dwarf elects to share a room with our druid, while our bard and rogue share another room.
The next morning, his concern has grown and he bursts into the bard and rogue’s rooms begging for help in retrieving his pet.
Our rogue enjoys teasing our fighter.
“I’m pretty sure I saw him flying out of the window of your room.” She tells him nonchalantly.
“MAVERICK!! NOOOO!!!!!” He screams, racing to the window and leaping out…to land in a very muddy and (thanks to a lot of hoof based traffic) filthy road.
Our druid can heal him but only if she’s touching him. So she does the only sensible thing and jumps out after him, landing safely and a lot less messily on top of him before healing.
Racing back upstairs, he asks first the bard, then the rogue if we can pick the lock on his door. The rogue agrees and we open the door in time to see Maverick the goose settled happily on the dwarf’s bed…. and a lady goose swiftly leaving through the open door with an annoyed expression.
