It was too much to take in. There was bunting crisscrossing the entire hall and a huge pink banner that read ‘Thanks for the Welcome Party-Party!’ in bright colourful letters. Handy’s mouth was wide open as he tried to process what he was seeing. He looked around, looking for something, anything with which to ground himself again. He spotted the uptight asshole of a knight that guarded the southern princess from Firthengart. He was standing stoically and still at the wall by the doors. He was covered in glitter, and a small banner that had fallen from where it had been hanging and was now draped unceremoniously across his shoulder. There was no hope coming from that quarter. Handy walked back out into the hall over to a window. He needed a moment. This was… not what he was expecting. He wasn’t prepared for…