“Tanis,” Handy greeted with a grunt when his senses had come back to him. He had woken up that day groggy, with his head feeling oddly full in the manner of a head cold. He had hoped the warmth of staying in the belly of a steam-powered airship might help alleviate that, but no such luck. As such, with his guard lowered, exhaustion overcoming him, he had no idea what hit him when the griffon landed. “Good to see you again.”