...Got back. Huh, it actually hit him. He was actually finally going back to Skymount. No changelings, no old magic warlocks, no dragons, no horrific forests and conspiracies. No more stalking streets and ditch diving. Just a safe, warm bed to look forward to. It was strange to think about. His reverie was interrupted when Ivorybeak came back down across the boarding plank. Handy idly glanced over the courtyard wall at the, quite frankly, epic drop all the way down to the city below. It made sense that griffons thought nothing of such heights, but Handy was going to have to try very hard not to think about the potential drop when it came his turn to cross the plank.