Swiftbeak had watched the grisly display of medicine in quiet fascination, just as he had the autopsy earlier; he had become so entranced by the procedure that he had resigned himself to merely sitting in quiet awe of Valetni's work, only briefly acknowledging Kaleed with a slight bow of his head and spread of his wings- The gryphon had seen many unfamiliar faces here, after all, and though Kaleed stood out amongst the Hellguard, there was no reason to believe he would soon be travelling with them.<br/><br/>He was still staring at Valetni as he passed, the creature swivelling its head and keeping its impossibly powerful eyes focused on the old man. It said nothing, and did nothing; save for the movement of its neck it might as well have been a statue. Only when Valetni had entered the barracks once again did Swiftbeak rise to his feet, searching out Sir Morr- Last seen amid the carnage of the courtyard, he was easy to spot as one of the few still standing.<br/><br/>"Sir Morr." Swiftbeak's voice was quieter than normal, and his head hung with shame. "I assure you, never again will I imbibe. I missed the entirety of this attack, and have no way of knowing what men may lie dead because of my absence. Allow me to fly watch for the night- One landing alone will not stop my talon from healing, and the pain will be my penance."