“He lost the use of his other wing,” Geoffrey said casually. “The next had a tragic fall, the other a run in with the fireplace.” The courtiers squirmed, and Joachim’s grip tightened. Handy looked to where Ivorybeak sat in the centre of the table, his attention focused squarely on his drink. “It has been so dull. We had to find other means of entertainment…” The look on Ivorybeak’s face was pained. Geoffrey smiled lightly as he turned his face back to Joachim. “Do you like dogs, brother?”