4:30 PM, Victorray Senate.
The Harbor Guardian and the Lord of Westwood, Eagle Hendon, leaned on a cane as he walked to the front of the stage. His gait was steady, like an old duck—which seems a bit unfitting for a Yorl Chicken Person, but otherwise, there's nearly no words to describe his stability when walking.
The Yorl Chicken People, in the 10th narrative "Crimson Blood Alliance," had twice won the title of supreme species, their large population base occasionally producing heroic figures.
Though the world constantly tries to attribute ancestry like 'Phoenix' or 'Peacock' to the Chicken People, they scoff at this, deeming it a defense of the weak.
Chicken People are simply Chicken People, as Eagle Hendon's elegant plumage and bright red crest clearly demonstrate. He extended a claw to smooth the feathers on his neck, puffed out his broad chest, glanced around, and the next moment his loud voice echoed throughout the council hall:
