That little diversion aside, however, Handy was bored to tears. He almost wished he hadn’t blown off Klipwing that day, the bird was going through the trouble of managing his properties so he didn’t have to. Nope, that morning Handy decided to show up in court like Joachim had suggested, that surely would be less boring wouldn’t it? ’Hahahahaha, fuck you Handy.’ He thought bitterly to himself. The dejected tradespony left the room as another griffon waltz right in, garishly coloured with red feathers and a lime green pelt. Handy blinked rapidly, not used to such colours on a griffon and briefly thought it was an oversized pony in a griffon outfit.