He waved his hand in a gesture to hurry it up and got told that the smithy was doing a steady trade, nothing amazing but at least turning something of a profit, the bakery was doing similarly well. The two barkeeps of the taverns he owned were actually brothers, which would explain why they looked so similar despite sounding different. Nothing Klipwing tried seemed to work in regards to livening up the trade both taverns were doing, and Jeremy’s tavern kept catching light spontaneously. On a whim, Klipwing decided to have the barkeeps switch taverns for the rest of the week, which, for some bizarre reason, resulted in an uptick of trade and Jeremy’s old bar stopped catching on fire. Klipwing soon surmised it was because he was clumsy whenever he put on the fire or tried to boil some water and his tavern was made largely out of wood whereas his brother’s was mostly stone. The personalities of the barkeeps being more appropriately to the clientèle of the two streets they were on. Handy just gawked at the bird for a few seconds after hearing all of that, before shaking his head and powering through. 