“Because they’re dangerous,” Joachim responded. “Kind of why Ivorybeak hired you in the first place, remember?” Handy nodded, conceding the point. “They make good soldiers, as you found out.” Handy couldn’t really justify his actions. He confessed to drinking the salve then, desperate to recover his blood loss and get back into the fight. He recounted the experience to Joachim. “Then I certainly won’t be drinking it. Still doesn’t excuse you.”