"No, of course not," Alistair agrees. "Good day, then."

Giving a nod of farewell to Lewyn, he strides off. Once the party is out of earshot of anyone who might be listening, he speaks.

"Well, I suppose that was about as informative as could reasonably be expected. One thing's for sure - if the man who made the bird has no idea how the magic got there, there's someone on this island using magic for espionage. Obviously, the dragon is the first possibility, but let's not rule anything out yet."

He takes a moment to ponder their options.

"All things considered, I think that trollish fellow is still worth looking up - he might be more informative than Master Cuellar, provided we can get him to be civil."

Alistair makes his way back to the tavern and asks the closest person he can find.

"Excuse me. Would you happen to know where we might find that distinctive individual keeping watch here last night? Vleen'Kenu, I believe his name was."