So you can tell already how the rest of his day was going to be. It was the final leg of the journey to the city of Skymount, the King’s seat of Gethrenia, the day the King would pen the letter demanding an explanation of Celestia, and the train had taken one last stop. Honestly, the view was beautiful – soaring mountains, tall, dark, pine forests and deep, lush valleys so far below, punctuated by hamlets and farmland, all with that crisp mountain fresh air and that invigorating morning chill that woke up the senses. Handy could not enjoy it, however. He excused himself from the group as they washed in a stream that flowed under the train tracks up ahead of their stop. Quite frankly, he could do with a wash, for he hadn’t had the chance to shower in over a week now. His little shindig with the royal guard and a creature that looked like it belong on a Magic: The Gathering card had left him with quite the sweat. And that was before the cold sweats and illness he had felt ever since.