"Very well...Swiftbeak...Wolfram has said you will be treated with courtesy and I cannot in faith betray his word." Al reaches out and removes the arrows, albeit with less gentleness than was probably called for. Setting them down, he begins winding the leather about the gryphon's body. Making sure it is tightly secured, he binds it in a hard knot. Not that it mattered. The beast could easily sever it with claw or beak. But trust was what Wolfram had said, and trust was what he'd do. "There, you're secure, but know this. I'm still watching you."