Handy’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to find words to shout his defiance of this absurdity. What was he going to do? ‘Hey Joachim, the royal guard wanted to arrest me because they thought I was a spy for the changeling Queen. Oh, by the way, turns out I actually was and had no idea until now. Crazy, huh?’ “Thanks Joachim,” Handy said, an incredibly fake smile gracing his features as he reaffixed the pendant about his neck. Joachim seemed to believe him and smiled back.