The gryphon laughed and nodded. "I see, so you do remember after all." He quickly folded his wings on his back again though he still seemed to be prepared to defend himself if neccessary.<br/>"Do you also remember the person behind the name?" - asked, but didn't wait for the response, he answered Rorik's question quickly. "Just as you did. Looks like our fates are bounded." He shook his head. "The last time I saw you we fought side by side against an army which we thought was commanded by no one. 'Outcasts' - as King Takeru said. From what I learned since then, the king is commanding these outcasts as well now, and the purpose of that battle was... to remove us from sight. He knew that if he just turned against two of his loyal servants - and warriors - that would eventually make people stand up against him. At some point we got separated. I had no chance against them on the ground alone and had not enough place to take off. They shot my wings, cut them several times..." - he hissed. "There was a sudden flash of light and I collapsed unconsiously, I didn't even know what happened to you for a very long time. I suppose you were brainwashed by the king. I was lucky I survived and I hoped one day you could tell me what happened. And please, your sword... You won't need that today." He growled back at the rebels and PDP's creatures. "You have my word."<br/>After turning back to Rorik he continued. "The king executed my parents and many of other griffon's in this country. I'll never forgive him that. But since we were friends once, I'm not intended to fight you. At all. Instead, I ask you to join us. We both have some unsettled score with the king. Or, if you wish to remain in his service, leave now. I don not wish to see the death of a friend."