“I believe thou hast told me this before, but go on,” Handy responded. They were both seated on a second floor miranda overlooking the market. Handy’s senses were assaulted with the smells and sounds of a city virtually shivering with life as the griffons haggled and bargained below them while others made use of the various shops and eateries around the great square fountain that acted as the centrepiece. He looked over the railings, taking note of the unusual number of ponies in the crowd. He knew there were large crossover populations between the two kingdoms in border provinces. Ifrendare, he learned, was an anomaly in this respect. 