Handy began to seriously reconsider his attitude to letting children inside bars. The chatter had died down as all eyes were on him. The griffons from the previous night were skulking about in a dark corner, eyeing him curiously, judging almost. The worst were the dogs, ears perked up and all of them staring daggers at the human. The barmare and her husband were behind the counter. She was whispering something to her partner. He ground his teeth – he didn’t want this attention, for it was only going to cause more trouble than it was worth. However, he could see no way out of it.