“What? Oh, oh uh, yeah! Yeah Psshaw, of course I have!” Tanismore said, leaning on his shield, Handy looked up at him in annoyance. He really couldn’t give less of a damn about Tanismore’s problems if he tried, but he was stuck with him. Protocol demanded the Swordbearer have an escort when on duty, and when none of the guards seemed keen to volunteer their services, Tanismore stepped up to the plate. “She’s just uh… Not very talkative.” Handy sighed.