Gryphon Highwind

Gryphon Highwind belongs to the high aeries where storms are treated as roads with bad manners. He does not serve ground kings, but he remembers debts made in clean air and desperate hours. Vaelorn trusts what can cross water and weather when roads fail, and Gryphon's arrival carries the same grave promise as a pale hull appearing through fog. The Varric Marches understand him from the other side of fear: passes cut off by snow, claimants exposed on ridges, watchfires seen too late until a shadow drops from cloud. He smells of cold rain, feather oil, raw wind, leather harness, and lightning-struck stone. His descent makes every commander look upward and wonder which oath the sky has chosen to honour.