Well, that was not to say that he was entirely without concern. It was only ‘his’ forest up to an arbitrary border that he was sure, come spring, he and the neighbouring barons would begin bickering over in order to profit from the fruits of the woodland, even if the forest did technically count as a part of the commons. Handy didn’t mind—he planned to not be around come the springtime, which he was sure would cause quite the consternation amongst his peers and lordly neighbours in not being able to bring him to the table over the matter. Handy found this a most amusing and agreeable set of future circumstances, and it disturbed him not.