Vivian sighed at the discussion over a magical bed rolls, she didn't have much of anything magical except her bird friend hidden within his secret compartment. Which should be wearing off any second, she could feel him squirming out and popping up from underneath her clothing. He was a raven, a rather large raven to be exact. Not as big as Falchion but he was a decent size. He looked about the camp at her choice of companions.
"Well, this is interesting,.... nice choice of friends." The Raven spoke. A sign of which language she taught him. She shrugged at his response not really telling if he was being sarcastic or serious. 
 "Well they are better then my previous one Bernard." She responded. 

 Jarvis listened on the conversations going about and he heard Catarina offering to share Alyssa's bed roll and he had to chuckle a little. Am I traveling with a bunch of lesbians or something? He thought to himself. He could already smell the stew he was brewing. Everything was going good so far. So far this adventure in itself was going good. He was with a group with only one cocky idiot and the others were all pretty good fighters. As long as anything didn't try to kill them during the night everything would be perfect. He stirred the stew a bit once more and sighed. "I miss my home back within the mountain. If only the rift hadn't opened. It wasn't greed or anything either. Our mountain provided the area with a good source of iron and some mithril. We were only doing our jobs which meant sometimes we had to dig a little deeper to get what our clients wanted. We had no idea that it could open a tear through the dimensions and let a fowl demon through it." He said. He didn't like being the one to destroy the mood, but whenever he cooked like this it always gave him flashbacks.