Al was quite as mystified as the gryphon. If nothing else, her harsh and awkward use of this language clearly marked her as a foreigner. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I don't think I can help you much. I'm quite new here myself, and Swiftbeak here is just hours out of the sky, as it were. Did I hear you correctly? Heal any wound? I would ask that you turn such a powerful artifact over at once. It is likely very dangerous, and I have little doubt that it does more than just heal." Al noted her easiness about the gryphon; where most would at least be startled she took him in with ease. Perhaps it was a sign she had trafficked with demons? "You will find our master monk further along this corridor, toward the smells and sounds of dining. If you will please excuse us." Al would definitely keep an eye on her. "You may call me Al, by the way."