"My apologies; I have become fast accustomed to calling most here brother, out of respect. Is there another title you wish to go by?"<br/><br/>While awaiting an answer, the gryphon lowered his head until it was level with Morr's armour, and though separated by a fair amount of distance he seemed to be studying the surface of the plate.<br/><br/>"You are quite correct that there are no remains upon your armour; that is worrisome. I do not know whether it would be demonic magic or..." The gryphon struggled to find a tactful way to suggest the obvious. "...or something more mundane, but either would be cause for concern. Have you been feeling ill, lately?"