Chapter 157: Morbid Serpents, Part 4
Telmé's mouth flattened, but he let the man go and gave the griffon the order to fly. Dizziness washed over him, but he recast the fire dome as he directed the griffon toward the mountains. Fortunately, it did not take long to spy the lake with a cluster of large, white stones along one edge that had the look of the altars that had been used before and during the Hell Wars. The kind where people were killed to feed forbidden spells, summon demons, create terrible beasts.
His basket began to bark as the griffon landed, and the brave puppy from before peeked out, tongue hanging, tail wagging fiercely. Before Telmé could grab it, the puppy threw itself out of the basket and tumbled off the griffon's back. If the fall caused it any pain, the puppy gave no indication as it ran, barking all the while, toward the cluster of white stones.