Pyrus and Drake are not likely to appreciate the agata's vanity, as their griffins swoop to a safe distance away from the unholy thing when it approaches, leading to a few terrifying instants until it tires of showing off and harrassing them.

The group speeds past flamepeak after flamepeak, the wind more from the speed of their passage than any movement of the air, and hours go by. Eventually, they spot ahead a massive canyon, not by far the largest around (or even that they have passed over), the water that carved it long since dried up, and Masque presses her mount down, to land heavily on a rock shelf. "This will be the place, ahead."