“Oh, there’s need alright,” Handy said, making a show of flexing his fingers into fists as he laughed darkly. “We are God only knows how far beneath ground, digging away for the dogs. We all have good reason to be here,” Handy said, waving to the other ponies. “Some of us are here because this is what they are best at, and it’s what they love. Others are here to support their families. Me? I’m a wandering vagabond looking for a quick bit; I make no secret of it. You, however, you are a liar and a scoundrel.”