"One, I don't care. Two, thou hath just said there are things too sacred to be broken. That Whirlwind must journey alone is one of them. Would not going with him break this sacred trust? And three, I fail to see how I can assist him on this and then go about my business of finding my way out of this accursed forest." Then, oh so slowly, a small smile graced the chieftain's muzzle. Handy was confused for a moment before his eyes widened slightly. He ground his teeth together for a moment and greatly desired to rub the palm of his hand up against his face, in a vain hope that all the fuckery in the world might disappear if he simply tried to erase his face like a bad doodle on a homework essay. "The place whereupon Whirlwind will make pilgrimage..." Handy began, "…and the place where I might find a shard... they are one and the same, are they not?"