"If Queen Chrysalis promises to release the unicorn mare, Crimson Shade, unharmed from her possession and does so immediately..." he heard a harrumph coming from the Queen and felt himself move, almost as if he fell back a short distance, but could not be sure "...I promise to retrieve for her that which she seeks from the one known as the Mistress and her servants." The last part was painfully vague, and Handy cursed himself for not having Chrysalis specify what it was she sought. His first mistake, he now realised, was initiating the deal himself. While successfully deflecting Chrysalis’ attempts to steer the conversation, he had only ended up being forced to specify what he was willing to do for her first. The eyes continued to pulse and seemed to be getting steadily closer as they spoke. Handy felt beads of sweat break out on his forehead, a strange heat flushing his head. Was this the magic at work?