“Aha, well ya wouldn’t be the first straggler I picked up. If you come with me, I’ll take ya to town, get yerself looked after,” True Shot said. Handy’s stomach rumbled, and he looked down in shame. True Shot laughed. It only took a few minutes for True Shot to fill up his containers of water and for Handy to get his gear together. The two of them left the oasis and made their way over to a small wagon. There were a few odds and ends on the back of it, such as bags and packages. There appeared to be a unicorn in dark cloak sitting there and reading a book that it levitated before it, its cloak flapping madly in the wind. “Gawain, hop on.” Handy looked at the wagon and back at the earth pony.