"So okay, maybe it is that bad, but hey, you're holding up!" Tanismore said brightly, taking a swig. Handy grumbled darkly to himself. Ordinarily he wouldn't be caught dead moping like this in public, but the griffons that frequented his taverns were somewhat used to them, and at least half of them worked his fields out on the Haywatch estate. Therefore, he felt a bit more content to relax a little in front of them, even though the real reason he went down here was so he could get a free bed far away from anyone who knew him for one night. That way, he had an excuse to not be anywhere near the castle where anyone could find him come six o'clock the following morning.  He was normally an early riser, but sometimes… sometimes you needed an excuse to lie in, you know?