Ariadne couldn't cook to save her life. But she was very good at stealing. A few bits and pieces here and there didn't always go amiss, but lately, Ariadne had been getting more ambitious, pilfering whole loaves of bread and half a dozen eggs at a time. It was all for a good cause, of course. The refugees needed more than they were getting. Especially the children. But it did mean she had to pick odder and odder hours to do her work.

As she came slinking down the hall, however, she caught an unfamiliar scent and picked up on a voice she didn't recognize.

Someone new?

She crept forward slowly, tucking her empty satchel behind her back. A second scent hit her nose as she raised her chin. That griffon was back. "Oh no," she muttered, dropping down to her haunches. Carefully, she started scratching at the floor with her fingernails, trying to draw its attention.