“Do I look like a coward to you?” Joachim rounded on Handy and jabbed at his chest. Handy shook his head. Whatever else he could say about the griffon, he certainly was no coward. More stupid than brave, sure, but not a coward. He had learned that well enough in the mine. Joachim calmed again. “I fought his second. My brother is a sickly and weak griffon, but he has a silver tongue unlike anything you’ve ever heard. I couldn’t get a second if I tried and had to fight Knight Shortbeak myself.”