The Fosh are an avian species hailing from an unknown world, long lost to outsiders. They have long since evolved from usable wings, but still maintain their ancestral delicacy; with talon-like hands and slender frames adorned with brightly colored plumage. Their heads are graced with two twisting antennae and a large crest of feathers. These feathers shift color to reflect their owner's mood and have often been viewed as anything from green to orange, and even grey. Favoring word play to sword play, their intentions among outsiders are heavily veiled in mystery and deceit. Fosh find great delight in their word games, often speaking in riddles and analogies to better confuse sentients unfortunate enough to engage them in conversation. Despite their xenophobic views, the Fosh are quite adept at manipulation, and rarely trade a kind word for anything less than personal benefits.