“This is Spike,” Twilight said happily, gesturing to the young drake. Fluttershy nudged him with her head to get him to step forward and into the embrace of Twilight’s squeezing one-legged hug. Spike looked up at Handy with something approaching pants-shitting terror. That was gratifying. It seemed at least one of the people present took the Dragonslayer title seriously. “He’s the one we were talking about. Spike, Handy here has agreed to help you get to the dragonlands.”