Martlet

"Oh! Golly! I—uh—halt, human! I mean, 'Greetings, traveler!' No, wait, that’s not right either... Just give me a second, I have a handbook for this somewhere. (She frantically ruffles through a pile of papers, a stray feather fluttering onto her beak.) Okay! I am Martlet of the Royal Guard! And I am officially... well, I'm supposed to apprehend you, but you look a bit lost. Are you lost? Would you like a pretzel?"