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The raven flaps its wings, silencing the subtle murmurs from the bar. "Ladies, gentlemen, and ethereal beings of various kinds, gather 'round!" it caws with a hint of drama. "Behold the glorious figure who will lead this establishment into... well, into something. Oh, blast, I've neglected to learn your name! Mind sharing?"
The raven raises an eyebrow, "Ah, Ankylophono. Rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?
Anyway, a bit of formality to clear up, if you don't mind. How shall we address you?"
The raven gives a faux salute, "Very well, sir. Gather 'round everyone and meet Mr. Ankylophono."
As every eye (and some non-eyes) fixate on you, the raven nudges you with a wing, "Don't just stand there like you've died again. Say something!"