TR asked...

"What's the story behind the gryphon nested right outside the Stormwind City flightmaster? Does it even have a name? The poor guy (or girl) seems to have no purpose other than serving to break the fall of every toon that comes flying off the wall above it (one never takes damage if you land on it). If you look closely it seems it's eventually been smooshed into its nest from all the flying leaps from which it has absorbed damage. What's up with that?"

Kriegle answered...

The Gryphon's name is Henry Hodgekiss, he's 36 years old (in Gryphon years) and a Libra.

He enjoys long flights over the beach, eating rodents, and being made out of two animals. His wife Penelope left him recently because of his crippling titmouse addiction, so he was forced to take the job of security guard outside the Stormwind Gryphon roost. Every day Henry stays still... motionless save for a slight movement of the head or wings, so small that even the keenest-eyed observer will swear he didn't move at at all. Patiently he sits, absorbing the g-forces of the Alliance's collective ass as it plummets onto his head from above. What is he planning? We'll have to wait and see.