Al let loose a great sigh. "It seems at least that you have not gotten used to your new shape Swiftbeak, and I suppose that adds some credibility to your story. One of you all, over there. A hand, if you would be so kind." He has already started righting tables and chairs. The monks he had singled out quickly swept up the shattered fragments. -I believe Valetni might be extremely peeved with us, were he conscious.- After general cleanup is done, Al drags out one of the medium sized tables to a safe distance. "This should suffice, though I ask that you be a bit more careful."