At any given moment over their absence, a servant would pass by and Vivaldi’s four seasons could begin playing. Or perhaps one of the few thematic tracks from some games Handy enjoyed in his previous life. And it was consistent, always long, melodious tunes, rarely anything with lyrics and even if it was, it often appeared to be ‘chanting’, which meant the griffons had just gotten their first introduction to Human plainsong. Handy had put the tracks on there since they helped him study back at school. He suppressed a sigh as he passed by the guards and the wary eyes of servants.