“Rrrright, hands.” Joachim clicked his beak as his brow furrowed, obviously not understanding Handy’s joke. Handy frowned. “Listen, I’m heading to a town near the ocean, and it’s on the west coast. Heard a story that miners nearby have found a glowing gem that supposedly grants wishes, but some diamond dogs have taken over the mine. They’re paying if anyone is willing to go down and evict the squatters.” Handy scoffed.