“The town is completely secured,” Scuttle reported without a moment of hesitation. “No captives escaped, the fire in the town bakery has been extinguished, and the loot found has been very rewarding.” Chrysalis watched while Scuttle reached into a small brown saddlebag he seemed to have acquired, his hoof returning with a squat brown bottle. “This is ‘Griffonian Aged Ale’ here,” he explained enthusiastically. “Now, while not a rarity considering the prevalence of such beverages in griffon culture, the way it’s brewed is most interesting since-“