'Another God damn guard patrol breathing down my neck and watching me like a hawk. You know, if they didn't want me to stalk the streets at night, they could at least help. A few unicorns might come in handy.' Handy had to pause, crumpling the missive in his hands as he rubbed his face in it and cringed at his own thoughts. 'Oh, I can already tell this is going to be a bad day.'