The gryphon looked over towards the splendor of the stables. "...It is for the best, I am certain, that I sleep elsewhere." He fell into pace behind Al, ducking his head down low as they navigated the corridors of the temple; high as they were, they still somehow felt confining, and he longed to be free of them... A thought that brought his mind back to his wings, which were already beginning to ache. He did his best to shake it off.<br/><br/>As Al erected the tent, the gryphon was sure to offer his aid in driving the stakes into the earth; one of the few things his awkward but heavy body could do to aid in the otherwise delicate task of construction. Whether the offer was accepted it or not he'd survey the final product from an idle set a few meters away before he stood to walk beneath it, and... Stood there, as well. And sat. And laid down. Then stood back up, and laid down facing about 45 degrees more to the right. Again, it stood up, and laid back down, this time facing only slightly off from where it had the first time. And then, finally, it curled its body inward; though the bound wings made it difficult to get comfortable he settled with his tailtip touching to his beak. "...It is adequate. It is better than the rain, certainly..." Pondering the monk's last question, he began to shake his head before interjecting with- "May I drink from the fountain, if the need arises? I do not know if it is ornamental or sacred."