He was a white feathered bird with an abnormally long yellow beak, grey feathers growing down his cheeks and half rimmed spectacles balanced across the beak’s bridge. His brown wings and fur were patchy in places, and he wore green overalls across his front, an odd sight on a griffon. The bird turned to regard the human as he approached with an almost bored expression. “Help ya, strangah?” he asked. Handy smiled.