"Lo there, friend! What’s your business this late in the day?" one particularly cheerful sounding earth pony guard mare called. Handy groaned as it took him a second to process the sentence and mentally auto-translate it to proper English. She was decked out in half-a-sallet helm and a piecemeal gorget of scalemail. She wore a thick brown tunic with two dark patches around her withers, with three vertical strips cut out, revealing the same lighter brown of the rest of her tunic beneath. A small iron shoulder pad clung to her right wither with the painting of an open book on display upon it, and a light blue cloak to shield her from the rain. It was a rather ostentatious yet practical display for a local town guardsmare. A quick glance confirmed this was par for the course with the rest of the town guards. Not that Handy could see, currently boxed and packaged as he was.