[h2][color=af9d80][b]Roger Falkner[/b][/color][/h2]

[color=af9d80]"Yes commander, we'll begin searching right away,"[/color] Roger replied to Velvetica.  He wasted no time rushing out of the tomb and heading up to the surface.  He was all too glad to get out of that eerie burial vault.  Enclosed spaces were such a bother to fight in for Roger- no easy means of escape, less room to maneuver, and most importantly, he couldn't have Shortclaw watching his back.

Speaking of Shortclaw, where was the griffin?  Roger didn't see him in the camp, and for a moment a feeling of worry came over him.  He might have been tamed and trained, but an unattended griffin could potentially get into a [i]lot[/i] of trouble.

"Shortclaw...Shortclaw!" he shouted, calling for his mount.  He wouldn't be able to perform his scouting duties without the griffin.

A few moments later, the griffin seemingly dropped out of the sky near Roger, landing on his feet with feline grace and producing enough wind to scatter debris and nearly knock the startled knight off his feet.  Evidently, Shortclaw had been sitting on the outcrop that loomed over the tomb.

[color=af9d80][i]I really must remember to look up more,[/i][/color] he mused, relieved that his worries were unfounded.

Once he regained his balance, Roger hurried over to his mount and climbed into the saddle.  The griffin took off, scattering more of the shattered barricades and broken torches beneath them.  The search for the foreigners had begun.

[@VitaVitaAR]