“We were on rota inside the room at the time. Just got moved out here,” one explained. Well that explained the smiles, but for the life of Handy, he could not fathom how the room had become what it now was. Granted, he liked griffons far more than ponies, but as a race there wasn’t that much different between the two in terms of their attitudes, at least broadly speaking, but this was still… rather alarming. He had been at a meeting of Equestrians and the griffons before, and that had been far from a light affair. What in the hell—