That was where they had landed, just outside of it. She noted that they were being watched by more than just soldiers. There were unarmored griffins, all looking either tired, lost, or numbed as they watched the grounded coaches, whispering amongst themselves too softly for her to hear. If she had to guess, they were refugees from the surrounding steadholts that were able to escape the initial Cloven attacks. The unkempt look they all sported hinted on the usual problems of having additional beaks to feed while waging a war. She hoped the supplies of Aricia were up to the challenge. 