Are Ramphastos Sulfuratus indigenous to the Nexus?

[Mark]

After waking from a vivid nightmare Brerix walked aimlessly for what seemed like months.  As he approaches a clump of tree he slows his pace, his attention directed to the lower branches where sits...nothing.  As Brerix approaches closer to the trees he begins laughing uncontrollably.

Directed up to the area Brerix was looking, "What manner of resident are you; to what house do YOU give allegiance?"

There is a short pause.

"Really?  Then you must be some minion of those who hold sway here."

Pause.

"No?  Hmm...  A riddle then.  Well I have no time for riddles so I shall be on my way."  Brerix begins to walk away from the trees.  He stops short and turns back.  "What's that?"

Pause.

"Why should I stay and listen to you?"

Pause.

"So you say but why should I trust you?"

Pause.

"Yes.  But an icon to what?  Do you deny that you were culpable for a good many cavities and much hyperactivity among the children?  The parents certainly didn't appreciate you brainwashing their children into eating box after box of the garbage you were hustling."

Pause.

"Got you there didn't I?  No matter, as I have little else to occupy my time these days I shall play your game.  For now we shall assume that you are my spirit animal; my guide in this new place.  If anyone in my family learns what form my guide has taken I'll never here the end of it.  Very well guide, guide on."

Pause.

"OK.  But wasn't it always your nose that was to be followed?"

Pause.

"Just asking.  No need to get your feathers ruffled."

Brerix then begins searching the ground.  Occasionally he bends down and picks something up from the ground.