Well okay, he did not enjoy it. Not at all. Neither did he enjoy having to about face and run in the opposite direction when he nearly ran out of an alley, headlong into an unlit street where there appeared to be a substantive crowd gathered outside a tavern. They seemed to be entertained by a drunken brawl or another. Handy didn't know; he could just about make out the sound of a violin being abused by someone who clearly had no business playing such an instrument.