The griffon pushed himself off the chair and padded over to a table, laying out the various letters from the small satchel Handy had given him. He read over Celestia’s letter in full. Frowning, he read over parts of it again. Handy caught his mouth moving as he mumbled the words to himself. He froze before slowly going through each of the letters of Brazen’s half of the correspondence, sorting them in order of date. Handy quietly got up and walked over to him.