You are wandering on the plateau, and you come across a nest. Wondering who could own such a large nest, you climb in to look for signs of occupancy. Seeing a few eggs, you hurriedly back out, but not before a golden gryphon sees you in her nest. She swoops down out of the sky and grabs her egg, taking it out of your reach.
"What do you want, morrrtal?" She hisses, "Why arre you dissturrrbing my nessst?" You hurriedly explain that you were just exploring the plateau and the gryphoness stops mantling at you. "Ah, you arrre a guessst of the Missstrrresss of Sssands, then? Well, shall I tell you a little about my kind?" At your nod, the gryphoness continues. "Grrryphonsss arrre a brrrave, fierrrce, loyal people. We also go by many namess. Any way you can ssspell something that ssoundss like 'grri-fin', isss a name that we go by. We can alssso be vain." She says, pointing to a strutting youngling with a disgruntled looking mouse in her mouth. 
"Not to mention misscheviouss." She adds, pointing out another youngling stalking a hapless ball. 
"And if you would like to know anything else, the Gryphon's Guild is a good place to find it." |