“So,” Tanismore began, letting out a breath with a confident smile. “What now?” he asked. Handy stood on top of the steps where the drawbridge met the city streets. A few of the blue knights from before were still gathered there, several giving the pair of them evil looking glances though most appeared to have dispersed elsewhere. He looked out over the milling bodies of the townsgriffons going about their business. The sun was high in the sky and shining brightly. The smell of freshly cooked meat wafted through the air from the restaurants and taverns, mingling with the acrid yet thankfully distant stench of the town tanneries. He was hungry, he decided, and he’d rather not go face Joachim empty handed to tell the bird he was right after all. He figured seeing as he had nothing better to do, and since Tanis talked less when he had his beak stuffed with something, there was only one recourse in a town which considered it entirely reasonable to start drinking around noon. He turned to the bird at his side and cocked his head.