It was then that his peaceful drink was so rudely interrupted by a loud bellowing voice outside the tent demanding to know where the human had went. Silence fell on the tent again and several tables turned to look at the door. Handy groaned audibly and rubbed his forehead. Who was it this time? Didn’t sound like a minotaur - the voice was too harsh and rough. Wasn’t a dog either - far too big to be a pony or a griffon judging by the sound of the footfalls. It was armoured and angry and-