“Nah, there’s still a few greyscale guys who have yet to wake up from their lines. We’ll be here a bit.” Wide-eyed, but moving more slowly, cautiously, the bewildered Handy faced forward. The voice was someone ahead of him, though he couldn’t make out much other than a green robe belted at the waist, brown leather boots, wild brown hair, and what looked like an empty book pouch in his hand.