Apparently this station was a usual stopping point for the Equestrian Express, the engineers stopping here to refill their water supplies for the engine. Handy didn’t like it. More than once he found his hand reaching for his hammer as he heard hurried hooffalls in the woods around him. He was told to pay no mind, that they were merely satyrs and the worst they would do was snatch the food from your mouth if you were stupid enough to eat out in the open. Still…