"Really, are you seeing this? I cannot believe I have to stay here with all these commoners and brutes!" he said, waving a hoof for emphasis at the passing tournament participants and revellers going about their business. "I can't see why I cannot stay at the Palatinate in Ironcrest. Griffons are savages, but if I must stay in their wretched country, I should at least suffer their best imitation of hospitality rather than this plebian mess." A brown feathered griffon eyed the prince evilly while sharpening a sword on a whetstone as the ponies past. Stellar made a note of his face. Just in case.