So when Johan came waltzing back into Castle Blackwing, trailing a shadow of his own, she, along with everygriffon else, was a tad interested. It was a tall, armoured thing he had found in Equestria, perpetually cloaked in black as it followed the prince dutifully. She had heard the stories of the attack on the prince’s train as it came across the border to Gethrenia. She didn’t believe them, but evidently the prince trusted the abilities of this creature.