The wounded Griffin screeches, and rears up before flying off beyond the reach of your weapon, it’s blood and feathers cake the now sodden earth, a fallen woman, a knight clad in white and silver lies, breathing heavily having watched you fight, she seems embarrassed at her weakness

I am sorry. 'Twas a duel to the death you fought with the Griffin, I fell at its first dive, it caught me unaware… Thank you Ser She stands, dusts herself off Mercedes of house Marten she offers her hand