“I have been here a week now.” Ivorybeak flopped back down onto his chair. He waved a claw at a seat next to him. Handy took a look at it and then judged its distance from the fireplace, warring with himself about whether or not to take the offer. “First time in months we could get the old bastard to respond to our entreaties to talk. Johan, for all his faults, can be reasoned with once you calm him down.”