"Apparently, yeah. Causin' trouble and shit," Eythan said in a dismissive tone of voice, more because he never had a personal encounter with the sprite than he was just actually shrugging it off, "I've never met her, but she's been fucking about with people." As for the shroom stag's name, the hybrid shook his head. "I don't know any names other than Nemean's, sorry."

As light flashed blindingly bright, the gryphon gave a surprised grunt and drew his talons back like he had been burned. Yet, there was absolutely nothing to say that he actually had been singed. Now, that was just fucking weird. Cetus was quite a distance away from here, but he could manage it. As he remembered it, the golems couldn't move that fast. On the bright side, there didn't seem to be any indication of murder about in this task. Only defense and jamming this weird rock into its chest.

He'd take the small stone, clutching it in his beak first and setting it between his forelegs. "I'll do my best." Then, taking the runed stone back into his beak, the hybrid began to plod off in the direction of Canis's exit, wings splayed and at the ready.