Turns out theres another room.

Skystreak flew over, peeked in, and gasped.

Theres a large cage in there, with a female griffin inside. Shes asleep, laying on the cold metal bars, and is very thin, likely malnourished. She also shivered, and some of her feathers and patches of fur were missing, either fallen off or shaved off by cultists.

There are a few other cages. One is another, older griffin thats clearly been dead for a while, and the rest are home to various hybrids, most of which are also dead. Theres also a cabinet with rows of jars, filled with things like kinds of feathers, blood, skin, scales, and other assortments.

She let out a soft groan before her stomach rumbled violently. She needed food, which Basi had. But firstly, she needed to get out.

Skystreak looked at Silvermist, horrified and ready to help.

Silvermist grabs the cage in her jaws, and tears the door off the hinges. Which is... probably more effective than just picking the lock.

That woke the griffin up quick. Her eyes shot open, and she looked at the dragons in fright, but she didnt move. *please... please dont eat me...*

*How long have you been here?*

*I dont know... I havent been outside in so long...*

Skystreak looked at her before back at Silvermist. *im guessing months, maybe a year or two.*

*Ill get the others out. You take her to Basi- she seems to have gotten the worst of it.*

He nodded and flew next to her, grabbing her and taking flight, somewhat. He did get off the ground, but couldnt get very high or far without landing. But it would work.