“Excellent. Shana?” Aleksander asked, looking behind him. A ridiculously tiny shape, at least compared to the rather overly large griffon that simply loomed over her, poked her head out from behind him. She was a rust-coloured griffon, her pelt a dirty brownish red, and her feathers black-streaked with autumnal shades. She looked up at them with green eyes. “I am afraid I have another reason to be here, Joachim my friend. I would make a request of you, one king to another.”