Pavlos has heard rumors that the new gryphon royal guard trainee, Gallus, had had an unfortunate run-in with a bad case of yak-bottom and gravity. Little did he know that him paying the poor broken gryphon a visit would lead such a power case of juxtaposition.

Seeing the blue boy covered head to paw in plaster bandages was one thing, but seeing that one injury-free right wing was too much for Pavlos, who couldn't help but point out his own busted right wing. Gallus might have had choice words for his visitor, but those, along with the iced everyseed muffin that Pavlos brought in sympathy, wouldn't be passing that busted beak.