Uncertainty rapidly plagued Handy's mind. He knew it was wrong to do as this griffon was telling him to do, but at the same time, he could not be entirely sure Joachim wouldn't do something foolish based on principles. He had surprised him before; could he be sure he wouldn't do so again? Perhaps one night when his thoughts were dark, and inhibitions and sense lowered by drink, could he pass some rash order or command? No, he had to be more sensible than that, he simply had to be. Because if he wasn't…