The hippogriff, who would henceforth only answer to Henry, ignored the human banter about his little scroll. He was interested in the pat-pats and conversation bits about him, because he was a very noble and important hippogriff.

He trotted on ahead of the duo, leading the way to the left break in the maze. Then he turned his head around and waited for them to catch up, his wings again catching a bit of the cool night air.

This would be so much faster if the two humans had wings too.