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conversations.value: a plot for a book about White, Skandranon, Amberdrake entitled The White Gryphon. End with the sentence '\nAfter the discussion with their leaders, the crewmen decide to stay in the city of White Gryphon and then take Skandranon, Zhaneel, and their children (Tadrith and Keeneth), along with Amberdrake, Winterhart, and their daughter (Windsong) back to their nation.'.
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conversations.value: The White Gryphon: The story takes place ten years after the end of The Black Gryphon.\nThe k\'Leshya tribe of the Kaled\'a\'in nation, along with the gryphons, some hertasi, tervardi, and kyree, have fled from the gates that they escaped before the Cataclysm from the end of the mage wars.\nThey have traveled very far and have reached the ocean, and now have established a city called, White Gryphon.\nThe city is named based on its shape, a large gryphon preparing for flight over the ocean, and the white gryphon, Skandranon.\nThe city has established a council to govern all aspects of the city life.\nThe council members consist of Skandranon, Amberdrake, Cinnabar, Judeth, and Snowstar.\nThe Cataclysm has led to mage storms that causes magic to be unstable, meaning that many that had the mage ability have lost their powers, or are seriously weakened.\nAmberdrake as one of the council members brings up a man that is practicing as a kestra\'chern illegally.\nJudeth orders for the arrest of this man, Hadenalith, through her position as the leader of the newly established Silver Gryphons.\nHadenalith is arrested while he is molding a woman to be his slave.\nThe city does not have a jail, and his crimes are not severe enough for instant death, so the Silver Gryphons decide to exile him to the forests on one side of the city, presuming that the animals will take care of him.\nHadenalith is very upset about the interruption to his deeds and swears revenge on Amberdrake, and White Gryphon.\nLater, there are ships spotted by a gryphon, and Skandranon is contacted using the city\'s mind connection, Kechara.\nKechara has been recruited by Judeth and is being used to communicate with the Silvers in White Gryphon.\nSome of the council members, Skandranon, Amberdrake, Judeth, and Tamsin, arrive on the dock and await the people to exit the ships.\nAmberdrake has identified the crewmen as members of the Haighlei, pronounced "highly", Nation, a nation of all black people.\nThree of the Haighlei crewmen exit the ship and claim that the land that White Gryphon is part of their country.\nJudeth makes a stand claiming that the gryphons flew from one part of the land to another and never saw any markers that showed that the land belonged to any other place.\nAt this time, the crewmen finally notice Skandranon and decide that they need to contact their home city.\nAfter the discussion with their leaders, the crewmen decide to stay in the city of White Gryphon and then take Skandranon, Zhaneel, and their children (Tadrith and Keeneth), along with Amberdrake, Winterhart, and their daughter (Windsong) back to their nation.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book. Start with the sentence 'The White Gryphon
  Skandranon Rashkae rested his beaked head atop his crossed foreclaws and contemplated the city across the bay'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The White Gryphon
  Skandranon Rashkae rested his beaked head atop his crossed foreclaws and contemplated the city across the bay. Although his city was considered dazzling at night by the most jaded of observers, even by day, White Gryphon was a city of light. It gleamed against the dense green foliage of the cliff face it had been carved from, shining in the sun with all the stark white beauty of a snow sculpture. Not that this coast had ever seen snow; they were too far west and south of their old home for that.
  There was no one near him to hear his sigh of exasperation, audible over the steady thunder of the surf so far below him.
  From here the half-finished state of most of the city was not visible to the unaided eye. Things were certainly better than they had been, even a few years ago, when many of the Kaled'a'in were still living at the top of the cliff, in tents and shelters contrived from the floating barges.
  The original plan had called for a city built atop the cliff, not perched like a puffin on the cliff face itself. General Judeth was the one who had insisted on creating a new city built on terraces carved out of the cliff face. Like so many of the Kaled'a'in and adopted Kaled'a'in, she was determined to have a home that could never be taken by siege. Unlike many of them, she had a plan for such a place the moment she saw the cliffs of the western coastline.
  Skan still marveled at her audacity, the stubborn will that saw her plan through, and the persuasion that had convinced them all she was right and her plan would work. Small wonder she had been a commander of one of Urtho's Companies.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He turned, and was about to retrace his steps, when he saw that he was no longer alone in the corridor.
  Stumbling blindly toward him, a look of stunned bewilderment on her face, was the foreign woman Winterhart. Leyuet would have attributed her expression to the terrible accusation laid against her mate, if not for two things. One, was that he knew that she had not been in the room when the accusation was laid.
  Her eyes saw nothing, and he pressed himself back up against the smooth wooden paneling of the wall, hoping the dim light would disguise his identity. With luck, she would take him for a servant.
  She walked numbly past him, clearly lost in her own thoughts and paying no attention whatsoever to him, as he stared at her with his mouth slightly agape. His own thoughts swirled with confusion for a moment.
  But Winterhart was bound to Amberdrake, by whatever simplistic rites these barbarians used as marriage. There was a child, in fact, a girl-child called Windsong, or so Silver Veil had told him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Then again—leading a gryphon wing took some special talents, and they were talents a mere human wasn't likely to have.
  Skandranon thought about that for a moment, and he didn't much like the taste of it. Amberdrake was right; there had been plenty of mages up there, and not all of them died or were burned out in that last conflagration. Most mages had either joined forces with Urtho or with Ma'ar; there was no point in worrying too much about those who had been with Urtho, but those who had been with Ma'ar couldn't all have been eliminated.
  And there had been a few mages, Adepts all, who had opted to sit out the conflict between Urtho and Ma'ar—to wait and watch from within hiding, and see precisely who won before making moves of their own. And where were they?
  And now he would be able to get back to doing what he did best—being the Black Gryphon, and all that entailed!
  And Skandranon Rashkae sat back on his haunches and pulled himself straight up in a deliberately statuesque pose against the sunlit sky, content with himself and the world. Life was good.