As soon as you enter the aviary, your ears are assaulted by the cacophonic twitter of a hundred birds flying all around. You duck and raise a hand to shield your head from the onslaught, when you see a young gypsy girl walking towards you. On her shoulders sit a variety of birds—nightingales, blue jays, robins, sparrows, and many more. You notice a pouch hanging from her waist. It is old and brown, but it is smoking, as though something inside it has caught fire. 

“A bag that smoulders!” you whisper to yourself. 

“Who are you, stranger?” the girl asks. 

You:

Grab that bag from her waist and make a dash for it

You tell her honestly who you are and about your quest

Pretend you’ve lost your voice