Looking up at the gryphon with a measure of fearful suspicion, the man uncorked the flask and, with some hesitation, carefully applied the liquid, which quite quickly hardened around the mutated Hellguard's talon, creating a resistant barrier while the healing process inside was sped up.<br/><br/>"I'd suggest not moving it too much, but I doubt you can properly follow that... Now, please go away, you're scaring off the customers!" the man shooed the gryphon away.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>A scowl became noticeable beneath the man's face-cloth, but he accepted the old monk's words "Alright, then."<br/><br/>Turning back to the woman that still held the daggers ready to draw, he said "You're part of those hellguards, right? Most of those are currently at the southern gate, right now you are near the market-place in the north-east of the city, I say you take the first bend to the east, then..."<br/><br/>He properly explained the fastest route back to the southern gate.