"Oh I was just wondering..." he said, "I was trying to figure out why you came all the way down here. I mean, you caused a scene when you were confronted by the Duke's knights.” Handy nodded. Brightblade, the knight's name had been. He mentally reordered his shitlist to pencil in that name in the place of noname mcfuckface who had not been as gracious in defeat as he could have been. His screeching and bluster was for naught. Handy had not moved, and in the end, the griffon dared not raise his glaive against him. More than a few griffons took notice of the situation. "So what brings you all the way down to Ifrendare?"