"I find that distinctly unlikely. You had assaulted one of my guardsmares after the conflict in Manehatten had been resolved, did you not? Two, if I am correct," Celestia challenged. Handy had no answer to that immediately to hand. He had gone and drank the blood of one of the guards and then had blindsided an exhausted Stellar in order to recover the… huh. The more he tried to think of the warlock, the less he could recall about it. He knew there was… something he had fought in Manehatten. It was related to old magic—that could not be ignored—so it had to be a warlock, but when his thoughts came to the person in particular—