(OOC: Sense Motive isn't these guys' long suit... They fall for the bluff, big-time.)
Four of the avian menaces dropped out of the sky, converging on the fountain with ludicrous cries of “Mrine! Giver mrine!”, but they weren’t as fast as the two already there. Hopping awkwardly toward the fountain, their heads lunged forward with serpent-like speed, both grabbing the crown and tugging awkwardly at it.
Last into the clearing was the massive Chrerahrk, nearly one and a half times the size of his flock. He simply bowled aside his fellows and wrenched the gilt crown from their beaks. The other four circling vulchlings, realizing that they had missed their opportunity, flew over the clearing, raucously crying “Nok fairrr! Nok fiarrr!”
Chrerahrk was enchanted with the gaudy coronet. He promptly slid his head through it, seating it around his neck, upon the greasy ruff of feathers at its base. The glittering jewelry actually looked pretty good on the filthy scavenger, as he reared up straighter, circling with his wings raised in a show of force that reduced his minions to groveling and cowering.
"Chrerahrk... Grrreeetik Kingr Chrerahrk grantik reave forr grawnd warlker to to departik! Begorrn, warrlker! Hek, hek, hek!"