Zakhin'Dakh was soaring out over the forest, enjoying the evening's last thermals. He and Almonihah had been slowly making their way to somewhere (Zakhin'Dakh could never remember the weird names humans gave places), but his little dragony friend was now setting up camp, so Zakhin'Dakh had a bit of time to himself to just enjoy one of his favorite things: flying.
As he circled lazily above the trees, he saw a flash out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head towards the light, and saw something shiny down in the woods below him. The big griffon focused his eagle-like eyes on the shiny thing, but he couldn't really make much out other than some glowy ball-thing down in between the trees. Curiosity having always paid off for him in the past (well, sort of), he decided to investigate.
Zakhin'Dakh descended slowly, still taking his time. It would be a while before Almonihah was done setting up his camp and eating, so there was no rush. It would have been nice if the little Ranger had taken his saddle and stuff off before he'd gone flying, but the griffon was quite used to having them on by now, so it didn't really bother him too much. It was just a bit hot underneath it.
By now the griffon had almost reached the ground, but the glowy ball-thing still looked like... well, a glowy ball-thing. It was big and round and glowy. Zakhin'Dakh landed next to it. It was in a small clearing, so he didn't have to try anything fancy to land. Once he was on the ground, he slowly walked up to the ball-thing, screeching a bit confusedly as he did. It was obviously some kind of magicy-thing, but, well, there were a lot of magicy-things, so that didn't tell him much. He cautiously reached forward a talon to touch it...
All of a sudden everything was dark. Zakhin'Dakh peered around with an even more confused screech. How had the sun gone down so fast? What had happened to the glowy-thing? And where had the forest gone? As he looked around in the darkness, he did see one thing glowing a little ways off, so he leaped into the air and flew towards it. As he neared it, he thought he saw a human standing with the thing that was glowing. Humans generally didn't like it when really big griffons (like himself) dove at them, so he decided to land and walk towards him. Once he was fairly close, he stopped, waved one of his taloned forelimbs like he sometimes saw humans do with their hands, and screeched cheerily at the human.
"It has been said that we each must pay a price to know our god. I would say that the price we pay determines which god we know. The man who spends his time and money on vices comes to know his god, Pleasure. Likewise, the man who pays his will to his temper knows well the god of Anger."