The gryphon's sleep was fitful and uneasy; the grisly discovery in the hive had weighed heavily on him despite his unfamiliarity with the beekeeper. When Al came to wake him, he was curled tightly into a massive mound of fur and feathers, beak hidden under a paw; at the sound of his keeper's voice, an eye opened and focused on the monk.<br/><br/>He stretched out, the full length of his body not fitting within the shade of the tent, and rolled on to all fours to arch his back and stand. "It's unfortunate. Have they determined what the cause was? The wound was savage; I admit to not sleeping well, being in the garden where he was killed. I am larger than a man, but a wound such as that..."<br/><br/>The gryphon shook his head slowly, and approached Al from the side. "Let us get some food. I will ask Brother Wolfram if I may attend the beekeeper's funeral."