“Well, we have nothing but time to waste as it is. Pass me a bottle,” he said. Handy looked down at the griffon as he took a seat by the fire, accepting the proffered bottle from Tanismore. The normally dour griffon was not one to agree with the gregarious Tanismore, much less actively partake in any of his suggestions. In fact, thinking about it, Handy had to agree with Shortbeak. It probably wasn’t a good idea to start drinking. He had an early start the next morning himself, and he was pretty sure they would need to return to their duties not long after. He moved to voice his objection.