'You know, I could just fob this off on Ivorybeak. He's not doing anything right now,' Handy thought to himself as the pair sat at a table, a castle servant delivering steaming hot tea in a decorative iron kettle. All the while, the 'conversation' had delved into the Countess' 'impressive' family lineage. It wasn't that much to be raving about. Handy had been in court long enough to know if a noble’s name actually mattered before actually speaking to them. He didn't rely on his or her lineage all that much because their value went without saying. If their lineage actually was impressive, they didn't need to boast about it—people would talk about it without their having breathed a word anyway.