“As you will, my lord,” Handy said, reaching up to take his packs from the storage above him. With his cloak spread, and the sunlight shining on his armour, he saw the two ponies flinch. Carrying the packs over his shoulders, he stopped to nod once more to the two ponies, digging it in as it were. “Sir, ma’am,” he said simply and strolled casually out of the carriage, not noticing the coin fall from his pack.