Ivorybeak fretted over the political ramifications of all this and cursed Handy seven ways from Sunday until being put in his place by Joachim pointing out they’d be in worse shape if the rogue sorceress’ elemental and ghosts had their way. Handy tossed in his seat, shivering. He was cold, sure, but it was like the worst cold sweat you’d ever have after a hangover.