"Consulting the sage?!"

Feathers are ruffled, perplexed looks are thrown around and an accusing broom is pointed towards Coney.

"You may, yes. But only if you can prove to me. The sage's apprentice Jeck, that you have made peaceful contact with one of the sprites. I have "explicit" orders to only let people in who can prove that to me talk to the sage."

The beak seems to try his best to get itself into a smug smile.