Erratic and frustrated whistling noises can be heard as the liir rounds a corner and comes face to face with you. At a glance, you can tell that there’s been another fight with the local fauna. Thick pink blood drips slowly from fresh wounds as the creature glares at you for a moment. Impatient, it stomps a hoof while staring daggers into you. ‘Are you going to help clean these cuts, or not?’ It chirps.
