Somehow, Warm Night’s addled mind found these reasonable. Well, at least after a few hours of probing questions and Joachim’s last minute rationalizations, as it was noticeably darker by the time Handy woke up. The two had managed to convince themselves that Warm Night, somehow, had struggled back up and got the three of them out. It was fortunate that all of them were exhausted and battered, otherwise they would have thought about the sequence of events with entirely too much sobriety for Handy’s comfort. This was not the case, however, and by the time they had made it back to the edge of town, Joachim and Warm had already thoroughly convinced themselves of the version of events that left Handy with very little actual explaining to do. Joachim certainly was going to rock the boat, weaving his own fabrication to the tale. Warm was convinced the theft of the digging device was an integral part of the plan that had simply gone awry, and several panicked glances back at Handy whenever he questioned Joachim’s explanation told him that he should back up whatever the bird brain was saying. Handy found it very hard to maintain a poker face at times.