Looking around, he saw a haggard old griffon with a patch over one eye blink at him in surprise, "Well now..." the old lady smiled gently. What looked to be a ragged blanket that she clearly had been intending to wash when he had unceremoniously dropped in for a visit and a bath was in her claws. "And here I was, wondering to the All-Maker what happened to my life and wishing that some young, strapping griffon would come and whisk me away from this dreariness, and lo and behold..." She chuckled good-naturedly, completely oblivious to the sounds of shouting soldier griffons above and the audible inferno going on nearby. "My prayers have been answered!"