Fern's investigations bear fruit: Her deduction was sound.  The part of the enclosure wall that is opposite the open portion lacks the peculiar configuration of having a section of the roof absent, but it does have a gable that she might be able to scale up to.  Ornate and curvaceous, the gable's rim lies low enough that, with another lucky sequence of steps up the seemingly blank wall, she might be able to obtain its edge.<br/><br/>Miaren's observation of the griffon finds him merely suspicious of Fern for now.  He observes the lithe little half-elf with a wary narrowing of his shoe-button eyes, and a subtle tension cords the broad muscles of his shoulders.  There is no threatening rustle of feathers, though.  His ebony claws remain snugly sheathed in the padded flesh of his paws.  He seems to take no offense from Fern's actions, only a certain brittle interest.<br/><br/>He does, however, shuffle nearer to Miaren, assuming a stately posture of sentinel nearby, as though ready to protect her from any surprises that might come of Fern.