“Because if I see you leave this building without it, the deal is off, and you can find somegriffon else to teach you. Your call,” he said as he strode out the door. The innkeeper looking on, bemused by all accounts. Shortbeak almost stormed out after him, screaming profanities, but paused as she drew nearer to the door, eyeing the packs left behind her, spying them through the intervening tables and stools between her and their position. She was so close now. Could she really risk it all because she refused to swallow her pride?