“Oh for fuck’s sake, lads would you give over!” he cried as the chattering griffons flitted about the room, clattering armour resounding off the stone walls. It was one of the obscure waiting rooms with decorative paintings, tapestries, and reasonably nice furniture. A few of them actually managed to sit down. One of them, the new knight Handy had not recognised, had left the room, presumably to let more know about this impromptu meeting. Jeremy, the palest of the lot, seemed to be rummaging the cupboards for something. “Aren’t you all on duty?”