It took him half an hour to locate the bird, he found him in the poor district by a construction site. Craftsgriffons were busy at work with surprising enthusiasm despite it being evening. The young griffon adjusted the spectacles on his grey face and smiled hesitantly at the human, Handy meanwhile, steeled himself for the inevitably dull conversation about upkeep. A brief chat had proved illuminating, the craftsgriffons were actually his new tenants, currently building their own workshop for their trade on the condition of reduced rent under Klipwing’s watch. Handy wasn’t entirely sure about that but it turned a useless plot of land into something that was some way profitable, and the craftsgriffons were paying for their own materials, so he did not voice his objections. The mill was still useless, but Klipwing suggested using the Haywatch farms so they could have a source to start milling yarn. Handy axed that idea, already scheduling the farms to be used to help the brewery. 