Gryphons in Greenden

Erric lets out a low whistle as you exit the smithy and mount up on your horses. "Somebody is feeling a little crazy," he remarks. "And it's not me for once."

You shake your head at your own foolishness. You'll have to be more careful. There is just something about this mission that puts you on edge, being in disguise or being utterly without back up, something.

"Forget it," you tell Erric. "Let's get out of here."

"I would drink to that," he replies amiably. "If I had anything to drink."