"mmm food, I'm Oops, a powerful magic user," Oops falls to the food dished out with a vengance, making slurping sounds as he licks his filthy fingers after each scoop.
The creature pokes it's head out at the mention of breakfast, he slowly works his way out of the bushes a chickensfoot gripped tightly in one grubby fist, this he points at Talon, "no trick or i use chicken foot spell on you. Me no eat for two and two and two days."
A small scruffy head watches the group from the bushes. The creature reaches up to wipe it's nose on the back of a filthy sleeve, the movement causing a sorrid stench to be released into the light breeze.