Mors
~Death~
- Joined
- Nov 26, 2012
Orin walked off to the left and opens the door, holding it for everyone. Once they were all in he closed the door. "Follow me." He called back, head through a handful of passageways. Soon enough they came to the griffins' roost. There are ten griffins to select, two black, four brown, three golden, and one white. Orin mounts the white one, adjusting his saddle slightly. "Pick whichever one you wish to ride. We have eight minuets before we depart."