He shook his head, after having tipped it toward the black feathered birds.

"Not as such," he said. "We've had owl-hawks, a few other birds, but nothing specifically like your phoenixes." There were luan souled persons, there were firebirds, but neither were equivalent, and black feathered was more akin to crows and dragon scales than anything else.

He looked around, setting the papers and inkstone and brushes down where he could, cautious.

"Tell me what you need me to do?" If there was anything in this moment.