Veothore stood back from the rest of the group, muttering silent incantations. The sheep accompanying him began to contort most oddly; its wool fell off as if peeled away, and from the underlying skin poked out white feathers. It expanded and its face grew a beak — soon enough, the animal had become a gryphon before their eyes, and the leash that raveled itself around the sheep had in fact been the reins.

"The wonders of Polymorphing," he said, as he mounted himself on the storm-colored gryphon. Veothore and the others followed Lynara through the guarded Alliance trails, attempting to keep up with her hasty hippogryph.