It's a pleasant day for travel, and Deka's enjoying it - just enough clouds in the sky to cut the early summer heat, a nice breeze, birds singing in the trees, the clop of her draft goat's hooves on the trail, the twittering of her griffon friends as they flit from tree to tree overhead, keeping pace with her cart. She's excited, too: She's on her way to wizard college, but she's decided to check with any wizards she hears of along the way, as well, to see if she can find an apprenticeship, and the people in the last village she passed suggested she try here, at the arboreal mansion she's surely just a few minutes from being able to glimpse through the trees.
She nods. "I'd like - a lesson or two, too, make sure we work together okay. Maybe - I have, Ventriloquism, a scroll, to copy to my book, you could help."
(Phantasm climbs down from Deka's shoulder, making use of the hand she automatically offers as a step when he starts moving, to nudge a runaway berry back toward the mystery creature and then settle down to watch him.)
"Quite," Rogeiros agrees with a nod. "It would be pointless to take an apprentice I couldn't teach."
The creature tilts his head at Phantasm before reaching out a paw to pull the berry closer, and picking it up to eat, eyes still fixed on Phantasm in curiosity.
"Wuk," the griffon comments quietly, watching just as curiously.
"Start - tomorrow, if you're not busy? Give me time to settle in."
The creature chirps back at Phantasm, and then twitches slightly, as though surprised by it's own voice.
"There was nothing that was time sensitive, and there's little reason to delay." Another, brief pause. "Do you require a room?"
"I'd prefer one."
Phasm cocks his head curiously, then stretches grandiosely and pads a bit closer.
"Then I shall provide one. And a temporary dwelling for your animals until we're sure of the match."
The creature stretches out again, enough to sniff at Phasm, although still in a position easy to retreat from.
Will he stay still to be groomed? If Phantasm is very gentle and careful not to get too close to his eyes?
"Thank you. And I can take care of - what's his name?" She indicates the creature.
...He doesn't quite seem to know what to do with being groomed, but will stay still for it. To begin with it's more frozen stillness, but he'll relax some as Phantasm continues to be gentle.
"One," Rogeiros says simply.
"Okay. I can take care of him, if you show me his things."
("Gentle Phasm," the griffon mutters to himself as he works. "Gentle gentle gentle."
(One seems to melt a little under the ministrations, giving a content purring sound on occasion.)
Rogeiros thinks for a moment, and then nods. "That would be acceptable. Would you like to do that now, or would you like to get your things and get yourself and your animals settled?"
"Now is fine. Might want to - bring things up, for him."
"Very well, this way."
And Rogeiros will lead the way through a kitchen, to a fairly bare room. It's designed to be far more fireproof than the rest of the house. There's not much in it, a pile of branches that might be for a nest, a small platform for climbing but other than that...not much at all.
Not great, but she doesn't make an issue of it, she can fix it later. "His food?"
Rogeiros shows her - kept in the kitchen. It's mostly leaves, branches, some fruit. But probably not varied enough.
It's hard to tell with a strange species, but yeah, probably not, with that dentition. "Eats grass, you said? Hay?"