That meant he needed a job, which meant getting work here in Gethrenia right under the griffons’ nose, and Handy’s. He was pretty sure the human wouldn’t approve if he plied his skill set for those willing to pay the coin needed for it, at least not here. Then again, Handy started out life as a mercenary as well, so he hardly had a leg to stand on, but he could easily see the stallion being thick-headed over the matter regardless. Besides, what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.