Dianna, who was easily annoyed by this type of myth about dragons living in castles, immediately rolled her eyes and continued to eat. She watched the man use the shadows to cut both the griffin and stone, and make a campfire near the edge of clearing. Dianna snorted at the placement of the campfire, waving around the completely cleaned griffin leg towards its direction, with the shadows taking physical form and pushing it in the center of the tree formation. In the center of the tree formation there was surprisingly no snow there, with a square patch of grass being pushed around by the wind, as if something blocked the snow from going to that area but not the wind itself. This was a perfect place for the fire to be placed at.
	She scoot herself next to the campfire setup, throwing the clean griffin leg into it, then blew on the wood lightly. Crackling could be heard getting louder and louder, until a flame burst from the campfire. Dianna put her hand the fire, closed it, then took her hand back out. She turned her upper body slightly until she could see the old man, then held her closed hand out.