Sigrid was no clueless fool, of course she knew what griffins ate but the bank was charging a steep price for magical herbs and fruits. Also, she had no way of explaining the background of the griffin to Roland if she just waved it out of thin air.
The lord mage's jaw dropped open, he rubbed his eyes a few times and his heart swelled with joy at the sight of the young creature. The mage estate, all of Eldoria had only two griffins, one was old and dying. The other was middle aged and hostile, all had been brought as adults, captured after attacking a village.
Never before had he seen a young griffin so he was blown away when he saw the breathtaking creature with its golden fur and delicate wings. It was looking at him with curious round eyes that held just the slightest hostility.
He extended his hand and touched its fur, expecting it to peck or hiss but it surprised him by jumping onto his chest and nuzzling against it. "Hello, little one."
