Ewald did just that, and Handy and the others were allowed past, keenly watched by very surprised and agitated guards and the gathering throngs of local griffons. Handy noticed the griffon known as Ewald was quickly shuffled out of the toll booth and, immediately upon meeting a guard, blinked at him and asked for his papers. Handy shook his head. Any other day and he might have given enough of a shit to question that, but right now he was in no mood.