Jinna extended her hand and gently scratched the neck of the old companion that had accompanied her for many years. She knew this was its third favorite way to relax—the first and second were drinking Sikokan whiskey and Hosman Region's distilled liquor.
Sonia sighed beside her, "The gryphons here have the worst temper I've ever seen, full of coarse language—in comparison, the giant eagles we train are all gentle and polite ladies and gentlemen."
"Unfortunately, I'm neither an elf nor a Druid, so I can't understand what the gryphons are saying..." Jinna shook her head, "But I can somewhat sense their mood."
"It's just as well you can't understand—understanding them would be distressing," Sonia said helplessly, "Arguing with gryphons, these creatures can instantly curse your entire family to sudden death..."
