The moment shattered when she felt an elbow digging into her ribs, winding her. The captive griffon shoved her off and shouted at his friend. “Go! We need to go now! Tell them to move it before any get away!” The yellow griffon booked it, launching into the air and struggling against the buffeting winds. The grey griffon she had been holding onto tripped over her rear paws as he tried to get away, but she was already upon him in a confusion of flaying limbs and wings. A short shout, cut off before it could finish, and Shortbeak found herself on the ground beneath an unmoving body, dazed. She had to get back, she had to warn them, and to Tartarus with this arse holding her down. She launched into the air and flew back to the inn, her claws catching on the tiles of the roof as she nearly fumbled her flight path in her hurry. She landed hard in the courtyard, shouting at the guards by the burning brazier, who looked confused by her sudden landing. She didn’t stay long as she burst into the hall.