King Goldtooth of Firthengart stood fuming, his claws on the table and wings splayed wide with a murderous expression on his face. It had started out pleasantly enough, which should have been enough of a warning to Handy. They had been summoned early the next morning, and after Ivorybeak made with the pleasantries, protocol demanded Goldtooth went right ahead and ignored him in favour of interrogating Handy directly.