The blue cloaked knights, about nine in all were intermixed with yellow scarfed Ifrendare guards gathered about the front of the steps. The lead knight, wearing a bladed helmet had been preoccupied with yelling the ears off of some poor, beleaguered guard who looked too small for his armour. He pushed his way to the head of the group and spread his wings to stop the human. “Ah so this is the Nightbane.” He said mockingly, looking the human up and down. “Thought you’d be taller.” Handy looked down at the griffon, nonplussed. “What business do you have here?” He challenged. Tanismore caught up with Handy, having been distracted by a stall in the marketplace from before.