Marcus Creston (mentioned)
It was an unusually dark night in the Blade's Edge Mountains. The clouds were thick and black overhead, but seemed not to move. They were low, making it feel as if there was a roof over Daggermaw Canyon. Good, Fay thought, We can use all the cover we can get. She, Pelp, and Dekket were perched high on one of the hundreds of large rocky spikes jutting over the deep crag.
Fay and Dekkett sat on thick, burly gryphons. The mounts were crouched low, allowing their riders to peer over the spike to the canyon below. Fay's gryphon Marcus, a dark-golden animal, clucked with irritation. She scratched his neck, trying to calm him.
Dekkett grunted. "Marcus's blood is up. He's ready for a fight." The dwarf scratched his own gryphon's neck, sensing the same thing from his mount.