<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt">With the group having decided on their course of action the only thing left to do was pack up, suit up and head out. Like always Jora was waiting for them at the doors of the guild entrance inspecting them over like a mother making sure their child was fit for school. With Jora finding his team ready for the task he gave them a grin and waved them off. <br/><br/>The city was bustling with tradespeople of all crafts and lucky for the group of four they had to pass though the bakery section, or the dough fields as the city would call them and if they could up pull themselves away from the smells they reached the limits of the city and followed the Hir river to a large home.<br/><br/>Multiple buildings surrounded what looked to be the home they needed to find. Stables, mill and forge all lay empty and unused as the manor home had means to look after itself if it wasn't for a certain unwanted visitor which giving the hole in the left side of the roof it was likely there the griffon had nested. <br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/3f/3e/f23f3edae29a13f45c0d459df2bf7214.jpg)<br/></tt></strong></span></span></div>