Swiftbeak swooped down to the temple grounds and made a heavy landing near the gathering wagons. To his amazement the horses did not seem terrible perturbed by his arrival, and fter a moment of consideration he realized any steed to be used by the Hellguard would have to be well trained, able to stay calm in the presence of even the most terrible creatures.<br/><br/>As Morr approached, the gryphon lightly bowed its head, wings drooping around its side like a great cloak. "Sir Morr. Are all of these horses for me? I fear you have greatly overestimated my appetite." Keeping its beak to the ground, the creature met eyes with Urist. "I do not believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you, though I've heard your bellowing. I trust it was your axe that I retrieved?"