scritch scratches the door [questing]

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    When she arrived to the Sacred Forge, she was surprised to find it barren. Perhaps it was more vast than she thought. "any quests up for the taking?" better call someone over before she got lost looking for one.
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    "A quest?" A low voice inquired, as the white Gryphon padded forth from within the shadows of the cavern. The large male nodded. "Yes, I can give you one." He fell silent for a moment as he tried to think. Briefly, he noticed that it felt as if something seemed off with this particular quester, he could sense it in her energies. But, he wasn't quite able to pinpoint what, so he decided to just proceed with the quest. "...Bring me five unicorns, fully grown, and you will receive a reward for taking up the task."

    The mystical creature watched the other bring the unicorns to him, then examined the pets and bowed his head, pleased. "Very beautiful. Looks as if you've even got them named. If you will then please, go ahead and send them to my ID." He instructed.

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    As the produce dispersed in front of him, the Gryphon traced backwards, hoping to dodge the feed as much as possible. The creature held an unusual disdain for getting dirty, which was the cause for his baths just prior to new questers coming along to the forge. Especially with his thick wintry fur, it was more than a pain to eradicate messes within it, especially the smaller objects of torture such as leaves or twigs.


    The male craned his neck to his side, and placed a small cloth bag forward. "Indeed." He returned her reply, eying the nearing unicorns of various colors before proceeding to turn his attention back to the she-cat in front of him. "Here is a lush reward for your time. Thank you." He said just as he nudged the noisy sack towards the recipient using the blunt of his beak.