Some griffons had paid to have clouds frozen over and have that weird game of sky hockey Johan had told him about one time. His griffons, though? Nope, tying down trees and making little icicle jewellery and other folksy bullshit like that. There was nothing to bet on either. Maybe this igloo game would be good entertainment to—nope, they were building another set of igloo goals. It seemed like it was going to be another one of those confusing four team football games he had seen kids play from time to time. He could never understand that crap. Crimson rubbed her chin thoughtfully, staring out at the griffons milling to and fro in their merriment about the village.