‘Are you fucking kidding me!’ Handy thought. ’It’s fucking Grave Danger all over again, isn’t it?’ ”That would be… most helpful,” Handy said, now cursing Tanismore’s tardiness profusely. It most certainly was not Handy’s own fault for walking right into this situation and giving in to the temptation of tooting his own horn, nope. Tanis’ fault. Definitely. “I believe I shall go,” the griffons erupted in a cheer, half of them wandering off, chatting excitedly about whatever the human could end up facing out in the mysterious village. 