Asterion didn't answer, just continued our shuffle until we had to stop, blocked from crossing under the broad stone archway. "Laszlo Bladewing, allow me to introduce Evanthia," Asterion said, his words heavy and his body hunched and tired. "Daughter of Hedone. Evanthia, this is the Western King of the Clouds." A gryphon, I realized, my slow and sluggish thought piecing his details together.
