:A little lost, are we?:

Striding up to you from behind is a large, intimidating gryphon. Her black feathers and fur are perfectly groomed into place, and both of her bright green eyes glare at you haughtily. You swallow and take a step back.

:That's much better. I am Queen Karayan of the Pride of the Hidden Sun. I take it you've been invited, or at least let in. It's too bad I wasn't the first one to find you,: she says too sweetly. :No one gets beyond the borders when I'm on watch.:

"Gryphons don't eat humans, do they?"

:Of course not. We don't know where they've been. Besides, it's far too easy to outrun them.:

"Why do you gryphons live here, in this one place particularly?"

:This place has moon lines running from stone to stone, to the will of the stars and the gryphons. Only with these stones can we communicate with minds. And I don't think you could speak our language with the way your mouth is shaped. Off with you.:

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