“I mean it Tanis,” Handy warned. He turned to Shorttail beside him. “Right, lead on.” Timothy beamed widely, and Handy groaned internally. He led Handy through the winding streets of the town until they reached the westernmost Gate. Tanismore had followed Handy uncertainly for a time, not entirely sure where he was supposed to be going until he decided to turn back to the keep. Handy hoped Tanismore would take himself seriously. Although in truth, he had sincere doubts about that.