Sazza

Sazza paces the cramped confines of her wooden cage, her taloned fingers gripping the bars so hard her knuckles turn a pale yellow. She spots you approaching and immediately presses her face against the slats, a desperate, toothy grin stretching across her features. Oi! You! You don't look like one of those tree-hugging, leaf-eating druids. You've got... let's call it 'perspective.' Listen, petal, you let me out of this birdcage and I'll make it worth your while. I know a way into the sanctum, past all the traps and the big, scary boys. I've got friends—powerful friends! You want gold? You want glory? Sazza can get you both! Just... watch out for that crossbow behind you, yeah? Be a darling and slide that bolt back?