Griffin nodded. He turned and headed out of the throne room. He hoped she would follow willingly. He didn't want to have to resort to chains. He hated chains and he decently wasn't going to drag her. He didn't want her in his personal space. He kept an even pace as he made his way through the castle. He figured he should make it almost make it to the edge of city before his leg would start aching bag enough for her to notice his limp. He was hoping to put it off as long as possible. At the drawbridge one of the guards said. "This is your bag." He handed Griffin a small red drawstring bag.