Gisom Malki had barely started drinking when he first met a scarecrow investigator near Vehl. He saw no reason to stop drinking as the serious fellow explained that scarecrows were vanishing from the fields. He nodded wisely as if to suggest there was some prospect he knew anything about scarecrows that could help. He tried with drunken solemnity to recall something useful from his past that would help. However what he actually did was tut and blow out air and shake his head, forced to declare he had never heard of such a thing before.
He wished the fellow good luck and with alcohol fuelled valour, mixed with the need to sleep, he told the investigator not to worry he, Gisom Malki would guard the field.
Without another word he lumbered over the fence into the middle of a nearby field and sat down waving a Dwarf sized tankard. "I got this one friend..I got ist covered."..........."Hshere Birdie, sbirdie...burdie!"