That was a bit of a surprise to her. A Cloud Knight, a noble griffon without land, without lord, and without purpose, roaming the land and sleeping on passing clouds at night. Figures of romantic legends and sordid tavern tales. She had never known he was one himself. She supposed the hints were there that he wasn’t an ordinary hired blade. The guilds only ever dealt with him instead of any number of toughs that could be hired from a bar. The professional conduct, the rules and discipline he had instilled in her. She supposed something had been off about him in that respect but had never thought to question it. He revealed he had grown tired of the life, and even though he still wanted to work, he wanted to finally settle down, live comfortably instead of wandering aimlessly, hanging his life on some romantic notion that some king would finally make use of his services and he could finally restore his family’s honour and dignity. To that effect, he had never thought to marry and sire a child, nor take on a squire.