“I suppose you could say that…” Handy said. The entire thing was a farce, just some old man, confused and scared at recent events and lashing out at an easy target. True, it meant that the duke was innocent, but it also meant whatever had spooked the count was still out there. Handy, however, was currently not in the mood to investigate, having hoped to have found something more substantive than just the ramblings of a drunkard and weird magical shit happening in the countryside. Honestly, with the world the way it appeared to Handy, he was surprised this didn’t happen all the time. So much for getting another magical scroll or book that might help with his plight. We’re sorry, Handy, you’re magical macguffin is in another castle.