Handy lifted a pear off a stall he passed, flipping a few coins to the vendor with hardly a glance and bit into it as Klipwing gave him the rundown. The craftsgriffons had finished their building and were making a steady profit. Unfortunately, he couldn't dig into said profits as much as he would've liked given the agreement for rent. Being tenants and not subjects, they didn't pay him any tax due to him not being, strictly, their baron. Handy snorted—something was better than nothing after all. It was one more source of revenue to add to the black at the bottom line, so he had Klipwing move on.