There was an awful amount of din coming from the direction of the fountain, the sort of noise that would bring a headache to an old pair of ears. As the sound of yelling rattled in his head, the cane touting duck turned in the direction of the unwarranted argument, giving his own opinion when none had been asked for.

"Would ye' stop your confounded blathering!? You're liable ta' wake the dead, Missy, if ye' dinae stop your going on like that! Curse me kilts-! I can barely hear meh own thoughts with yew making such a fuss!"

The man of short stature adjusts the scarf around his neck, tossing it over one of his shoulders while he waddles away from the pair. A pair of spectacles rest at the edge of his bill, glinting slightly in the setting Sun as he looks back and forth at his new surroundings.

"Now.. Where was I? ... Ah-! Yes! Me lucky dime!"

Feathered mitts pad down the clothing he wears, a quick inspection of his pockets to see that his most treasured possession had come along with him.