“I… ahem… I have just come about, looking for a pair of friends of mine,” Handy blathered, slightly taken aback by the pony’s joviality. Time to roll with it. “They told me in their letter they’d be staying in this town for a few days. Could you do a sickly old minotaur a favour and let me know if you’ve seen anyo—pony like them?” he asked, his tone gravely, his accent hidden beneath a hoarse voice. He added a cough for emphasis.