The only thing linking the Duchy of Farlkirk to Equestria was a tiny dirt trail squeezed between a mountain and a large ravine, the trail only ending in some nameless pony village that nobody really cared about. Ifrendare was firmly on the Griffonia side of the duchy and as far away from the connection as it was possible to be without being in another duchy altogether. He took a drink from the glass he had. Sure, it was wine and sure, it was kinda early and sure, he was technically on duty, but Handy was quickly running out of fucks that day.