Trying his best to make a flourish, as much as he can, with his wound, Fiore says "Ah, my name is Fiore, and with Guida over there, we have been exploring this region, looking for fantastic things to learn, and to bring to the notice of our colleagues. We came upon the entrance to this place, and sought to explore it, and learn of it."
Guida nods. "We live in a small sheltered community. I'm surprised you find it so normal to be trapped in a single room tower that you can't leave by a faerie, Gretel."
"It's not so different from the kitchens, milady," answers Gretel quietly, not making eye contact. "I don't think we're trapped. Just need to be patient, methinks."
"Do you need some hand in your kitchens? In you community? I can cook and can bake too."
"Probably, yes, if you're a good cook."
"I'm told I am, milady," comments Gretel. "But you'll have to taste it to see."
"I don't expect to fight my way through a guardian griffin on an empty stomach with the wound I have."
"Here, eat some more apple. And drink this water. Then rest," says Gretel firmly, the voice of a woman accustomed to running the kitchens of a noble house. "We'll get you right as rain soon enough. Then we'll talk to my friend about leaving his tower."
Guida gratefully accepts some apples which she eats and tries to rest a bit.
the group rests without seeing sunset and when they rise their wounds the friend is returned, bandaging the wound again.
Gretel smiles as she sees the faerie friend return.
"You are so kind," she says softly as she watches the faerie bandage the wounds of her new cell mates.
"You never have told me your name, you know. Friends should know each other's names. I'm Gretel." The blond woman smiles warmly.
"When do you think you can guide us back to our world? I think I might be able to find a new kitchen to work in with these good people. If they'll take me."
He gestures out the window "You are free to leave whenever you like." he smiles, returns to the window to mount the gryphon and leave.
"You didn't tell me your name," says Gretel cheerfully. "How do I thank you for saving me if I don't know your name?"
"You may call me Herr Konig."
Gretel bows deeply to the faerie.
"Thank you, Herr Konig, for seeing me to safety. And for healing these good people," she says respectfully. "None of us knew about your beautiful flying friend. She looks fierce and wonderful. Scary like a queen." Gretel holds a firm smile.
"Can I hope to see you again someday, Herr Konig? Maybe if I'm in the kitchens I can leave you a special treat. Honeyed seed cakes and the freshest cream, maybe."
"I would, of course, always be grateful for such treats."
He then departs.
Moments later the gryphon is once again flying outside.
Guida slowly stands up to go to the tower, seeing if the rope is still there, and whether the griffin seems hostile as she approaches.
The rope is no longer there.
Gretel's brows furrow as she too steps toward the window. "I guess it's a puzzle? Getting out of this place." She rubs her hands together and then leans out of the window slightly.
"Queenly creature of the skies! Beautiful and powerful lady!" Gretel calls out to the griffon.
"Please help us get down from this tower."
The gryphon flies to the tower, clinging on with its claws and shakes it's mane. "Queenly?" a deep bass voice asks.
"Oh my!" answers Gretel eyes wide. "Are you a he? A king? I mean, you are the most amazing creature I have ever seen but I haven't seen much since the kitchens is most of my world. But look at you! I don't even know what to call you besides… noble. Like a great lord or lady."