The mayor merely made a shushing motion, finger to the mouth, and nodded, leaving the room. The little boy, a young eagle with no fully grown wing feathers yet, leaned on the table and whispered over to the group, "Daddy says we can't speak above a whisper. Even on normal days, we have to. Rumor has it is that there's a magic user in the area who can hear anything at normal volume all around this place. You know, you guys should wear better disguises. Everyone here knew who you were the second you were in view. Even I'm not that stupid, and I'm only 8." The mayor came back with a walking cane that was made of polished oak, and his head's likeness carved into the head.