Gilderoi glanced askance at his brother and grinned wickedly. He had thought that Galad would not be able to simply go and look at the Roc. Simply looking at things was for tourists and boring scientists that were enamored by atoms and constellations. They were adventurers. They did things.
Gilderoi moved to the far end of one of the beams that kept the rafters shut. "Do you want to ride it, dear brother?" he asked, hands on the beam. "Do you want to calm it a little first?"