"Good question. You, kitchen boy, would you please go ask Brother Zato if we could arrange a fitting meal for Swiftbeak? He is not sure a cooked meal would sit well with him." The lad gave a nod, or maybe a nervous wide-eyed twitch, and scampered off to the kitchens. Turning back to the gryphon, Al attempted some light conversation: "I know that if you are truly a man, to be bound in such a form may be a small hell. But I am curious. It has been the dream of man for centuries to achieve flight. What is it like?"