Goldtooth said nothing as he sat there, continuing to tap his claw and looking contemplative. He looked out the window at the sky beyond. The skies were unusually clear today, despite the snowstorm the other night. He let out a long, tired sigh. Handy had no idea what had passed between him and the princess while they had been locked outside, but this was a quieter, calmer Goldtooth they were now dealing with. He wasn’t sure that was entirely a good thing.