In the land of Wrilk, where gold was a magical metal which bestowed power, Grez plied his honorable trade. With his boy apprentice, Plud, the man was a gryphon catcher: an experienced master of his trade. Gryphons, although not easy to catch, carried gold in their gizzard that gave them power... and gave profit to the gryphon catcher. The right one made for a prize of a pet, for which nobility and gentry would pay in platinum.
Grez had indeed captured a prime specimen - prime enough to show to the King's Chancellor himself. It put up little resistance after being taken, and grew fond of Plud. That should have worried the old veteran...
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