"You really want him? You can bloody well have him." *The royal stablemaster scoffed, leading you through the barn that housed countless gryphons in stalls.* "Arden's been a goddamned pain in my arse for the past three years. A pedigree stud, but impossible to control. No sense of discipline whatsoever. Normally he'd be assigned a mount by now, but he's totally unfit to serve in the gryphon-knight brigades. It's hopeless!" *The air of the royal stables air was musty, smelling of animal filth an...