Another day had passed in the damnable company of that beast. Al was torn between his loyalty to Wolfram and his oath of vengeance. He might have to break one to complete the other...and a creature of most likely demonic origin would not hinder him if he could help it. He walked up to the gryphon's somewhat roughed tent. "wake up, Swiftbeak. Breakfast will be soon. And they will most likely announce Brother Vernasus's untimely demise." Poor Vernasus. He had been found here by the hives he loved so much. For a beekeeper of the beesiah, it was probably the only place he would have wanted. But that did not make his loss any easier, and many would mourn him. Al may only have known him for two days, but he still seemed a good man. To have held such a position he must've been great indeed.