A cough stopped him in his tracks. He turned his hooded head to regard the form of the aged griffon he met over a month ago in Ifrendare. She was smiling up at him from under her shawl, her eyes gentle yet knowing, without a hint of malice to be found within them. So why did the human feel so unnerved in her presence? He didn’t relax his grip on the hammer as took one final look around him before speaking.