Ponies shouting and talking, the impenetrable clatter of thousands of hooves milling upon stone, wood, and gravel. Bells and the subtle sound of large, looming floating leviathans and groaning wood betrayed the proximity of a harbour and the ships therein. Gulls and numerous other birds squawked overhead, the smells of fresh vegetables, stews, the stink of the sewers below rising to the streets and the smell of disembowelled fish and the tell-tale stench of a pony settlement made it obvious he was in Blackport, even if he hadn’t of been informed by Thorax.