“You’ll never get away with this Unicorn.” The griffin I was frisking was struggling to speak. I think he was trying to move. He had nothing of note on him, just a uniform, a couple of daggers, and a stick of dynamite. They have dynamite here, that’s neat. They’re probably chucking it like grenades. I wonder when they’ll figure that out. He started speaking in German at me, I have zero clue what he’s saying. 