“I really don’t think this is a good idea!” I jerk my chin towards the Griffin, who is once again ‘bound’ in ropes as we walk through the small town. Rain forced its way through the cloaks we had just bought at the previous town, and I was seriously beginning to suspect that the bag Arran insisted on carrying slung over one shoulder was not normal at all. But then again, I’d seen how much he could carry despite the fact that he seemed to be weightless himself. I still eyed the bag dubiously. Our blankets, fastened to the outside, were getting soaked as well. We would need to find a place to stay here in the small village tonight.
“You know he wouldn’t tell us what to look for and insisted on coming himself. He’s a Griffin, do you really think we have any leverage?” Arran retorted. I shive
