This kenku's name is the short screech of a great Snowy Owl. Others call him Hoot. Hoot was separated from his flock back when he was a fledgling, and he has grown up in the Rimewood since. It's not an easy life: Hoot mostly relied on staying unseen by the larger predators and other humanoid tribes. Sometimes his stealth failed, and then Hoot fought. He mimicked the things around him, borrowing fighting techniques from animals and tribes alike, and developed his own style. Hoot grew comfortable with his place in the ecosystem, foraging for survival. It still wasn't safe, but then again nothing ever is.

One day he came across a group of travelers speaking a language he dimly remembered from his youth. The people did not look like others he had seen in the Rimewood, but they were not like Hoot himself either. Hoot was intrigued and followed them to their small tribe of Smith's Gambit. Lurking at the edges, Hoot watched the walls go up, sturdier than most of the surrounding tribes. Then the adventurers came. People of all shapes and sizes arrived, and to Hoot's surprise they were welcomed instead of beaten away.

Hoot would like to try his luck too.