“Ruin me?” Handy said. His reason, finally being awake at the wheel for once, put the kibosh on his pride and anger rising to get him into more trouble than he could handle. Again. “Hmm, I should think not.” He said at last, reaching into his cloak for his pack. The other knights suddenly moved to ready their glaives, the Ifrendare guards, similarly clutched their spears, alarmed at the sudden movement of the knights. Handy withdraw a scroll, clutching the parchment end, he let its weighted end roll down, revealing the king’s crest and a letter of office. 