He was treated to a rather mixed reaction upon entering the grounds, ponies and griffons trying to get out of his way, while others tried to deliberately get his attention, hawking their various wares to tempt the human. Have you ever been to a music festival? If so, you may have a fair idea of the sheer batshit lunacy involved in trying to simply find one’s way through what was effectively a Pan’s Labyrinth of living bodies, cloth, wires, and random detritus. The sounds and smells were at once overpowering and inviting: cooking meat, lilting music from minstrels and bands, the cheers of crowds entertained by traveling fools and tricksters. More than once, Handy found himself walking down one lane between colourful tents, found a dead end, turned back and found a new tent set up right in the middle of the path he had just walked down, forcing him into completely changing his course.