Perched on a low branch, a yellow-crested cockatoo pries open an eye to blink sleepily at you. Yawning in its bird-like way, it begins to recite in monotonous and bored tones. "To join, please post your name, age, gender, breed, and the leader you wish to join - Táriand, Beláldur, Amebridith, or Calithrawiel. Right. Now scuffle off, m'dear. I need my sleep ... There's a dear ... Off you go ..." Muttering incoherrently to herself, the cockatoo shifts and turns about on her perch before dozing off once more...
