“Here we are,” the stallion said, opening a door at the very end of the corridor. Handy stepped in. It was spacious, with wide windows, heavy curtains and a rather luxurious and inviting looking bed. The room screamed comfort. It even had a vanity with a mirror. Putting issues with masculinity aside for a moment, he’d actually been looking for a good mirror for a while now so he could take care of his unruly hair. “If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.” Handy looked around. He bounced the small bag of bits in his hand, still not entirely sure why they had taken one coin off of him and given him several times its weight in pony bits. What the hell was the difference? Gold was gold!