He followed the direction of the torch's flame as it led them to the first fork in their path of many. The stag paused briefly looking down the left path before following the right as the torch indicated. Handy followed after a moment's hesitation, the deer's clearly nervous behaviour sitting ill at ease with him. It was just such a stark contrast to how he was at all other times. In the midst of fighting a dragon in a burning stadium; in battle with an absurdly powerful sorcerer; lost in the woods whose supernatural elements had so thoroughly robbed Handy of his own good senses; he had always been so joyful, so full of life, so irritatingly self assured and enthusiastic.