Garoth soared through the crisp clean air, enjoying the feel of the wind rustling through his feathers as he ascertained the village below. His orders were simple: find the spirit that has been attacking the shrine, and exterminate it. There was no reason to believe that it was anything particularly dangerous, so Garoth was sent to handle the assignment alone; a wingless partner would only slow him down. He could see the shrine clearly from up there. The priests and priestesses were going about their daily routines, though it seemed like things were a bit too routine. Nobody was goofing off or lounging about outside, thinking that nobody was watching them. But this wasn't indicative of a well-run shrine, it meant they they were being careful. The one thing he couldn't see from up there was a hiding place. No large tracks or geological anomalies indicating that something had made a nest... except for the local wildlife of course, but Garoth could tell the difference between deer tracks and chimera tracks, even from 100 feet in the air. This meant that the spirit was at least smart enough to hide among the mortals, and that he'd have to work for his reward today.
With a sigh, Garoth descended on the village in a smooth spiral, landing in a clear area in the local market. He flapped his wings a couple times as he neared the ground, allowing him to touch down gently, and then took on his human form. As his feathers retracted into his skin, his spine bent back into an upright position. His talons became hands, his beak became a nose, and his eyes found their way to the front of his face. In a matter of seconds, he was standing in his mortal form, indistinguishable from the rest of the mortals around him except for the brand that ran across his forehead, which told the world that he was a griffin. Some of the people stared in awe at the transformation; apparently the local spirits weren't very open about their true forms around here. However, nobody seemed to show outright fear. The people should have been expecting The Guild, and the spirit that was harassing the shrine was certainly no griffin. Now that Garoth was on the ground, the next step was gathering information, so he traversed the market asking the locals what they knew about the attacks.
With a sigh, Garoth descended on the village in a smooth spiral, landing in a clear area in the local market. He flapped his wings a couple times as he neared the ground, allowing him to touch down gently, and then took on his human form. As his feathers retracted into his skin, his spine bent back into an upright position. His talons became hands, his beak became a nose, and his eyes found their way to the front of his face. In a matter of seconds, he was standing in his mortal form, indistinguishable from the rest of the mortals around him except for the brand that ran across his forehead, which told the world that he was a griffin. Some of the people stared in awe at the transformation; apparently the local spirits weren't very open about their true forms around here. However, nobody seemed to show outright fear. The people should have been expecting The Guild, and the spirit that was harassing the shrine was certainly no griffin. Now that Garoth was on the ground, the next step was gathering information, so he traversed the market asking the locals what they knew about the attacks.