Robert the Bard has been erratic but that pales in comparison to the latest disturbing talent. His preference for fire and burning things has been well established. He recently displayed a new talent, whether it is a manifestation of his unusual display of sorcery is unknown. Regardless, it is reckless and concerning. He now commands, by will alone, three giant chickens. He has gone so far as to paint a rooster head on his breastplate.
The Goodwitch will become apoplectic if the Vole Bitters brand becomes associated with a chicken &^#@.
