“Oh wait!” She snapped her other claw and reached within her shawl again, pulling a purple pouch, she tugged on one end of the string which bound it and tapped it over the torch. Blue powder fell from it and the flame’s colour change, she brought it close to her beak and whispered something Handy could not make out. The flame suddenly bent, as if blowing in a breeze and pointed towards the wall to Handy’s left. He blinked.