The rogues by the bonfire end up falling to the side, overcome by drunkenness. The one on guard resisted heroically, but he was no less drunk than the others.
Lucifron lifts the cloth that covers the cage again, on the opposite side to the Guard's angle of vision, and tries to understand where the door was. Unfortunately, the door was located on the other side of the cage.
The bird looks at him with sad eyes, and his hooting sounds like a cry.
“Zog, what if you took the cage in the air?”
“I can try, but they'll wake up from the noise. Besides, you have to take off this cloth, and the guard will raise the alarm.”
While Lucifron was talking inside his mind, the bird turns to him, spreads his wings and sings a sad melody, and sets himself on fire.
“What the f**k” – Lucifron says.
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