"Let me take this one, Stone," Drunkard said quickly, stepping forward and cutting off DragonBlade before he could speak.
"According to the quest description in Dominion," he began, his tone shifting into the familiar rhythm of someone who enjoyed holding the floor, "this Wraith-Bird is still a fledgling, less than six months old. Every morning around ten it flies out of the Valley of the Undead and heads for a ghost tree near Stele Spring. That's where it steals Ghost-Bamboo fruit. It usually sticks around for about thirty minutes, and that's our window. If we bring it down during that time, we can secure the Black-Wraith Feather."
Now that he had everyone's attention, Drunkard slipped completely into his element. He spoke with animated gestures, his hands moving through the air as if he were presenting a grand tactical briefing instead of a half-crazy hunting plan.
