"I believe I shall leave the decision to you then, Handy the Milesian," Herman said, now every inch the lower tier noble guest and no longer the serving griffon he once appeared to be. He walked past the human, a light, friendly smile on his beak. "Perhaps you are right and I am just a cynical bird whose soul is older than his feathers. I am just looking to protect the king and the realm, after all. Just like you."