“You remember that festival up north-west, in Griffonia? Oh, I was there, I saw it all, and oh, what a story I have to share. What sights I saw!” he said, spreading his forelegs wide. “But to answer your first question about what's in the box.” Handy’s eyes widened in alarm as he heard the catch on the coffin open. “I bring us a new friend I’d like you all to meet.” And with a sudden surge of magic, Jacques hefted the box upwards, causing it to fall to the ground on the far side of the table. The lid opened, and Handy stumbled out.