“Got paid early. I intend to lick my wounds just a bit before going out again.” And with a smile and a shake of the head, Joryl left them in peace and Fallow led her to a table. It took her a second to hop onto the stool and get settled to the point where Fallow didn’t loom over her too much. He winced as he shifted his weight to sit down before drumming his talons on the table and looking the young griffon in the eye. Shortbeak wore a severe, determined expression, prepared to handle anything Fallow could throw at her. “Why?”