Handy’s interest, on the other hand, was piqued. The last griffon he knew that had sorcery possessed a book relevant to his interests, one he was planning on giving to Crimson when the time came in order to learn what the hell was in it, with the fragile hope she may discover something new with it that might get him back home. Perhaps, if there was anything to these rumours, he might be able to obtain more such magic? It was fragile logic, but it was something. Admittedly he knew as much about magic as he did about high level mathematics, however Crimson made it sound as if using other kinds of magic would not work, or at least, it’s how it came off to Handy. Who was he to argue? She was a unicorn, not like he knew better. 