The Stormwing gives another shrill laugh and hisses, "Filthy pigs." Flapping its sharp, metallic wings, it leers at them.

Abigail tears her mouth away, blinking owlishly at the creature. It's clearly a Stormwing, but having that knowledge and seeing it firsthand are very different things.

"Look who's talkin'."

Mouthing off is second nature for her, when presented with a threat.