“Yes, if you would be so kind,” he said. Ivorybeak called for Hirsild, and the young griffon came up and handed Ivorybeak a roll of parchment which he handed to the gold clad pony. He opened it and spread it across the table with his hooves. Handy noticed he had similar hoof boots as his comrade, even if the aesthetic design was a tad fancier. And golden. Handy’s smile grew wider as he saw the stony-faced pony’s eyes widen. The bat mare looked curiously over his shoulder. “So… I see.” He looked back up to the griffons and handed the parchment back.