Thread:James of the iron hills/@comment-26184570-20160220003437/@comment-26184570-20160306032218

There are none. He is quite confused. It just looks like the regular jungle, except that it sounds like a bustling urban city. Suddenly, he looks up, and as far as the eye can see, there is a huge city with streets and everything, except that it is suspended in the trees. The architecture is indescribable and unique. All I can say is that Farnin has never seen anything remotely similar to it before. The people inhabiting it are, well, Humanoid parrots. They are mostly green, but with blue forearms and hands, and large red and yellow crests. They look extremely busy yet happy, as if everyone has something to do. An individual with an especially ornate sarong and headdress (that's all they wear) and a noticeably larger crest comes over to Farnin, and says to him in an extremely melodious, fast and accented voice: "Hello there! You must by Farnin! Please, come! You must need hibiscus!" He seems genuinely jovial and kind.