“I will admit, last time I was out by this part of the countryside, I do recall this place being little more than wilderness. The wonders of earth pony land reclamation on display, no?” Thorax considered it for a minute. The streets were freshly laid cobblestone, yet each and every one showed such wear and tear that it as if every single piece was lifted from previously laid roads elsewhere. The lake was fresh and clean and had plenty of fish but seemed to have no source of water contributing to it at all. None of the main roads connected to the town directly, nor did any signposts lead to it. They had had to ask directions from a rather… odd looking merchant pony who tasted cold and stale. The ponies were happy and lively and behaved exactly as one would expect them to anywhere else. Almost too exactly, almost as if it were practiced. The buildings were new but their designs seemed archaic and there was that pervasive sense of everything being just a bit ‘off’ that wouldn’t go away. She couldn’t put her hoof on it. She jumped when she received a peck on the cheek from Jacques, realizing she must’ve spaced out. “Get some sleep; it’s been a long trip.”