“Tanis.” Handy said by way of greeting, much more calmly then his recent display of aggression would indicate. He turned his head to look at the two bluecloaks on either side of him. They didn’t make any movements, so he reached down and picked up Brightblade’s glaive. “I’ll be taking this. Now.” He said, turning towards Shorttail who just looked at Handy in total astonishment. He walked over to the griffon, picking up his cloak from where it lay on the ground and placing it about his shoulders once more.