On receiving the guard's answer, the gryphon gleefully paraded over to the stable, the pain of his talon now long faded and the promise of a feast in front of him. He had not long been there when his powerful hearing had caught whispers from a nearby storehouse; while subterfuge was hardly a hobby of his, he couldn't help but overhear between chunks of flesh. He did his best to look busy with his meal as Belatia left, occasionally glancing up in hopes of catching sight of Valetni.