Tanismore finally materialized as the crowd thinned and Handy got up from his seat. “Sorry I took so long. They took forever getting the change, and there were a lot of griffons in the way.” He looked up at Handy as he prepared to leave, walking passed the griffon. “Hey, where you going?” he said as he rushed to get his helmet, taking note of the young griffon who had just vacated his seat. “And what—”