"So... you are interested in hearing my story?" The falcon sounds surprised. "Very well then... though, as yet, I've only put one down on paper. Nonetheless, here it is."
The falcon pushes a sheaf of papers across a desk, and pulls a chair out for you. "I call it 'A Story of Creation'. It's about how I came to live here at Cosmo Canyon. Please, have a seat... and havea look. And if you have any comments, please feel free to tell me."
You sit down in the padded chair and are about to begin looking over the story... when the falcon taps your shoulder. "I realized something... you may not be able to read my writing... here, then, are all the fonts I used to craft the story."
The guardian daemon points you to: