[@Jasper19] Griffith would pause his leaf playing as he heard footsteps in the distance. He would climb off his horse, hitching it to a nearby post. After removing his steel armor, he sat there dressrd in inly a tanktop and some linen pants. The wind blowimg through his white luscious hair. Griffith then rasies his head as he discovers the source of the footsteps. A young man was just bidding farewll to his friends, or atleast thats what Griffith perceived. He greeted Simon with a soft smile and a wave. "Good evening sir? How does the night fare you?" he asks respectfully.

Nyla still in the tree, closes her book and streatches out on the limb to rest. She's become quite talented with tree sleeping. That is after falling iut a few times. She was enjoying the night air as it relieved stress from her mind.