“Don’t worry about it; I know a guy,” he said. And so time passed as they ate, drank, and talked the night away, trading stories about their experiences so far in Firthengart. Handy had enough sense of mind to skip over certain questionable aspects of his night, especially about the witch he had unwittingly set free following him here. Or he assumed that was what she had done; could’ve just been an unhappy coincidence. Tanismore and the others spoke about Ironcrest, the Silver Arch Temple, and the waterfall gardens of the Iron Keep. The city was ancient and had a storied history, spoiled of course by Goldtooth’s constant complaints of the endless amount of things he didn’t like when he took Joachim on the grand tour.