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And the next time the widow Hinfane left out a barrel of mead, no one came to pick it up and she began to worry that some evil mischance had happened to the gryphons. Surely they would have come to say goodbye to her, surely they would have told her. She hoped everything was alright. Every night she went out there, to see if they would fly down and take the barrel, but they did not, and so her grief was compounded. Not only had she lost Zhallad, if only for a while, but she had lost the gryphons as well.