<br/>Deuxion flew backwards to face Rayne while talking and leading her up the spire at the same time. He seemed quite familiar with the way and in no danger of bumping into a cliff wall or something behind him. He gave her a nod, though for him it was more like a whole-body bob down and up in midflight. "Ohyesitnormallytakesquiteabitoftimetohatchtheeggandthenevenlongertoraiseawildgriffonfromchicktoadult butyoucanspeedthingsupifyougotothespringofthemoonradishjustdiptheegginthewateranditwillhatchrightaway thenfeedamoonradishtothechickanditwillgrowuprightawaybutdonteatthemoonradishyourselfitsrumouredtobenotgoodforyoubigfolk lookherewearewehavearrivedpoorblokedoesntlooktoogooddoeshe?"<br/><br/>He pointed out the unfortunate adventurer who had gone before her, now an old skeleton in remnants of ruined armour, partially hidden in a crevice in the cliff wall beside the trail up the spire. Any useful equipment had long rotted or rusted away, but it was still clutching a tattered journal in its bony hand. Many of the old, fragile pages were already destroyed, but the final entry was still readable.<br/><br/><em>Scouted peak this morning without being seen. Nesting pair with clutch of eggs. Male leaves to hunt in late afternoon, doesn't return until after sunset. Window of a few hours to capture female. Eggs a bonus that should fetch a pretty sum in market. Wish me luck, journal.<br/>P.S. Been bothered by invisible prankster all day. Probably pixie. Pixie dust on arrow might be useful to charm or sleep female.</em><br/><br/>A look at the sun would show that it was well past noon, and the shadows cast by its slanted rays were only growing longer.