“With a rather respectable looking fellow by the name of Fancy Pants,” Handy freely admitted. Celestia looked thoughtful. Good, she knew him. Maybe this would pay him back for all the bloody hassle his little ‘courier’ job had caused Handy. “After my… altercation with your nephew, I made this pony’s acquaintance. He offered me simple payment if I were to deliver an item to a friend who he had presumed, correctly as it turned out, would show up at the festival in Firthengart after word spread about the upcoming tournament.”