Griffonstone was abuzz with shopkeepers, yelling out their goods and wares. Griffons of all colors and sizes went about the large market haggling and scrounging for everything that has material wealth.

Among the crowds of greedy griffons was a group of muscular griffons carrying a gold elegantly carved palanquin so large it looked it could carry a dragon. The griffons parted as the large palanquin came up to a table filled with gold jewelry, gleaming under the sun. Out of the golden silk curtains a fat talon connected to a even fatter arm fell onto the pile of gold jewelry and raking then into her private box. Not soon after a back of coins flew out and landed on the table with a thunk before the legion of buff griffons hulled the heavy box away.

At this moment you came walking from a nearby street unto the bussy road. You had traveled far from your homeland to explore the land. By accident you came onto the path of the upcoming palanquin, stopping in front of you. One of the servants came to the edge of certain and whispered into it. Not soon after a deep sultry voice came from within.

"Follow me."