The three of them were currently walking through Skymount. Handy, after all, had some business he needed to take care of, Klipwing be damned, and he needed to be out of the castle for a while. He regarded the alarmed and fearful looks of a populace used to the idea that he was dead with cheerful disdain. He pulled his hood tighter as his boots crunched through the layer of snow on the street.