Leaving behind a mess of tattered bones and tendon on the cutting board that served as his plate, the gryphon-thing stood and made his way out of the mess hall. His destination was the barracks; though he'd given Morr a few minutes to get settled he had many questions about his role in the upcoming battle- Though he volunteered, he himself was at a loss as to how to implement his unique assets into a seaborne campaign. Thankfully, that was a tactician's role; he was just a soldier.<br/><br/>Arriving at the barracks, Swiftbeak's sharp ears picked up the sound of voices within. Assuming Morr was already briefing the troops, the creature lowered itself to the ground and lay on the other side of the door, patiently waiting. And listening. As the briefing drug on for hours not once did Swiftbeak make overtures to depart; he stretched, he scratched, but always his attention was focused on every intricate detail the knight was delivering to the hellguard. And only after the briefing itself was finished in its entirety did the gryphon stand and enter.<br/><br/>"Sir Morr, I did not want to interrupt, but I have a number of questions. Might you have time to answer them?"