“I admit, I had a vain hope. Alas.” He said. Joachim then rubbed the temples of his head. “And for goodness sake, will you turn off that brick of yours?” The king asked, referring to the melodious sound echoing through the castle corridors. Handy had explained the expensive brick’s unusual properties to Joachim, when he asked where he had got it Handy simply stated he ‘found’ it rather than go through the tedious prospect of explaining cellular technology to a mythological creature. Ever since they had left, Handy had neglected to take it with him, instead leaving it in a drawer of the room he stayed in the castle. The expensive brick, meanwhile, busied itself with periodically playing music. Loudly. And at odd hours. Handy smiled apologetically as he left and headed to his room.