High above the city, two riders soar on the backs of their gryphons. One of the riders observed the city below. Pondering what the denizens of the city below were doing. He glanced up at the horizon and at the sprawling city that disappeared into the horizon. He felt his gryphon flap it’s mighty feathered wings, muscles moving beneath him. The gryphon gliding gently on warm updrafts of air. The warm air sailing past them. The rider then looked to his partner and their gryphon gliding next to them. The warm air sailing past them rustling the rider’s hair and the gryphon’s feathers. Both rider gliding along the same patrol route they’d taken many times before. Each day as quiet and normal as the days before above the peaceful sprawling city. He thought to himself “time to finish the route and head home for the day.”