From between the bars stares a frail and sickly xaurip. It shrinks when you near, pressing itself into the furthest corner of its cage, trembling.
Around its neck are the remnants of a bedraggled feather crest. Paint is smeared across its face, but the paint is old, flaking. It hasn't been reapplied in some time. The xaurip's regalia suggests they may have been an important figure in the tribe, but its condition makes clear that those days are long past.
Sharp-Rock was deposed by Warchief Rauki and locked up to die, but the Watcher can save her and add the poor xaurip to their crew.