Though the guards of Pridehall weren't particularly pleased with him touching down and insisting that Ailbhe be allowed to accompany him inside, the timely arrival of Wojak prevented an incident. Soon after, he found himself in a spacious lounge adorned with a large circular bed, a wide array of hunting trophies, and an in-ground bath filled with green, bioluminescent liquid.
"The Great Warchief bids you and your Gryphon to make yourselves comfortable," stated Wojak, offering a courteous bow as he gestured to the room's interior. The aromatic chamber was the personal quarters of each generation of Great Warchief, but the trophies decorating it were Sefira's alone.
*anxious warbling*
Noticing a taxidermied Gryphon on display, albeit a smaller and much weaker subspecies than the one she belonged to, Ailbhe's feathery, cat-like ears folded back as she lowered her head and flared the feathers of her neck.
