What he had come to see was the Count. The griffons of the town were a friendly bunch, he’d give them that, offering to buy him drinks and asking him to sing Captain Kelly’s kitchen for them, but he didn’t like friendly and ended up politely declining their advances. It was passing through the gates he noticed the guards of the town, lightly armoured even by griffon standards and bearing saffron scarfs, seemed to be on edge. Initially he thought it was because he happened to be in town, but as he passed through the marketplace it soon became obvious he wasn’t the only unscheduled guest to arrive in town. 