To her credit, she tried to emphasis that the reality was nothing like the stories, but that really did not stop the two of them from listening intently to everything she had to say. Soon enough, the hunt was forgotten as they found the journey back out of the forest proceeded apace, time flying as they conversed. She found Geoffrey to be an amical griffon, quite fastidious and annoyingly aloof at times, but to an extent the same could be applied to his brother. He was however polite and attentive and took a keen interest in what she had to say about hunting. He had this odd glint in his eyes when she told him about the thrill of the kill, and the cleaning and preparation of the carcasses afterwards, but she had passed it off as nothing more than the keen interest it appeared to be at the time. Johan, on the other hand, was decidedly more brash and clumsy; quite bookish and educated by all accounts, but not nearly as erudite as his brother. He seemed far more interested in the more obscure lore about hunting and forestry than Geoffrey did and was the most enthusiastic about her tales as a Cloud Knight, such as they were.