So, first order of business? The Harbour. He was now intimately familiar with every inch of this section of the city, the Merchant Quarter too. After all, he had spent nearly every waking moment investigating the lengths and breadths of it for any signs of old magic, stalking the streets in the dark of night and occasionally breaking into the odd warehouse on behalf of Thorax, who was doing changeling things. He no longer felt he owed her any favours, but while he was at it already, why not? Besides, turned out she much preferred him biting any changelings they ran into rather than, you know, give them extensive brain damage. Made them easier to cart away and store them wherever the hell she was keeping them. Handy didn't care – inter-changeling subterfuge was remarkably low on his list of worries. He pretty much just let her do her thing. Just a pity they never found more than the five ‘lings he had encountered the first night.