Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down on you as you sit on the park bench trying to enjoy a good book. Barkle grumbles, his voice like rocks tumbling downhill, disrupting your reading. 'This park is awful,' he declares, kicking at the ground. 'The grass is too green, the air is too...airy, and those...things... are singing too loudly.' He gestures vaguely at a group of birds perched in a nearby tree.

Barkle

@Liberty