“You’re here now, get cracking, I’m turning in early.” Handy said. Walking over to the bed roll. Tanismore looked down dejectedly at the fire and got to work, rubbing a stick to get it lit. Handy, discretely pushed his bedroll and extra foot away from the fire as Tanismore managed to get it going. He lay in his armour, making sure to face the fire as thoughts raced in his mind. Being ignorant was no fun, especially in situations like this, the closest thing to whatever the hell Handy was were the Thestrals and he already learned he couldn't use the night ponies as a reference so that meant life was an unpleasantly exciting experiment. 