you enter the bustling room, sawdust filling your lungs. You cough, then look around in amazement. At one table someone was building a double-bass, at another, a gryphon was learning to carve a woman out of a chunk of wood. You watch this in a stupor, then look around as someone pats you on the back. "Amazing, isn't it?"He looks at you, a winged human. "Oh-I'm George Crowny. I teach this league." He puts out a hand.