After all the introductions and food are finished, once more in less then an orderly fastion, the elves excuse themselves and go off to sleep.
The next morning, the group flies once more to yet another camp and repeats the same affear again. The flying is still entertaining, but the group is now fairly anctious to get to the REAL adventure.
On the fourth day, the elves fly you to a clearing, a little before they normally would. In the distance, the group can see the sea, though trees and hills hide the shore line. THis clearing is free of tents, or anything else except for the griffons that had just landed. THe elven boy hops off, and waits for you to dismount.
"Griffons do not like being in Fallon much, so we do not force it on them. To many people. The city is but a few miles that way." the lad points east, towards the sea, which can be heard even from here, which is odd, for those that ahve lived by the sea know.