Handy let out a beleaguered breath. It had been so nice and quiet before, the griffons keeping their hushed whispers to themselves, and Timothy O'Chucklefuck here had to go ahead and start the ball rolling. It was a radical change from the treatment he received in Skymount. At first he didn't like it, but he supposed it was good to not be the subject of nightmares for once. He let the surrounding griffons continue the lathering as he spoke to Timothy, "It seems our luncheon is at an end," he announced. Tanismore gawked at him.