The steady sound of flapping wings is the first sign you receive that something... No, someone... Is nearby. Next, a chilly breeze moves through, and a bird-woman with a wingspan maybe half again her height comes into view. She has a particularly large nose, close in shape to part of a beak. Her wings are covered in a sickly green grime, though it would appear her feathers are some shade of white otherwise. Her legs are short and barely look like they could support her weight. Her whole face is covered in blood, and black and blue marks are all over her body. She does not appear to be in great health.