"A sparrow....?" Holly looked outside, and saw a little bird attempting to weasel its way into her magically sealed cart. It didn't worry her, as she knew her fruit was safe, but she assumed by the brown coloration and the rather....tame...appearance, that that was his bird, "Like that one?" She pointed through the window to her cart, "or....Ah guess Ah don't know birds very well...maybe that's not a sparrow." She blushed a little bit, and dismissed it, leaving the pegasi to either take her suggestion or turn it down, and returned her eyes to the Griffon, who had renewed his interest in her accent, much to her delight, "Ah was raised way up in Roughrider Ridge, in a little town called Beakbreak. Ya mayuv heard of it. Lotta rough and tumble Griffon folk live way up there--lotta outlaws both pony and non-pony alike there, too, cuz it seems ta be outta Celestia's hooves....." she paused, thinking on it, "Ya never realize till ya leave how ya pick up such things. Hard to believe Ah even went to school up thar, huh? Mosta mah friends were griffons." She smiled as she thought about it, "It's almost weird...when I came down outta the Ridges......there was so much PONYFOLK! Ah mean, sure, Ah'd seen 'em here and there....but the population in Beakbreak was heavily Griffon....hard to believe in Equestria, Griffons are the minority....well, through most of it, anyway..." she tapped her chin with a hoof, "So uh....what about you? Ya say yer a map maker? Where ya from?"