Alternatively, there was a fine line between brave and stupid, and Handy decided to gamble on which side of that line he now stood on. He had marched up, calmly and quietly between the ranks of Equestrians, not sparing them a single glance as he passed. He walked straight up to the lord mayor of Black Port, flanked as he was by the pair of spooks and their escort of Black Guards to his right and… Holy shit, was that White Boy? Handy indeed turned his head to acknowledge the golden clad pegasus to the mayor's left. Grim-faced, piercing blue eyes, lose-him-in-the-snow whiter than white pelt, pale blonde mane poking beneath his helmet. Yep, it was him alright. His face betrayed no emotion. He turned back to the mayor.