Handy sat up with a start and grabbed his war hammer. The pony stallion before him raised a hoof. “Woah, easy there, pilgrim, I don’t mean ya no harm none,” the light brown earth pony stated. He was of average size for a stallion, bulky though. He had a short black tail and cropped mane with a scraggly beard, his blue eyes framed by bushy eyebrows and mutton chops. Unlike most ponies, he was wearing a shirt and a green jacket with numerous pockets to match his saddlebags.