Handy had to admit, he was nearly scared pissless himself when the Expensive Brick had decided to chime in with its two pence on his charade. It took him a moment to realize the strange sounds were coming from his pouch and not from something the pony had actually summoned. Still, he wasn’t complaining, for the effect was priceless, but all good things must come to an end. The second he saw the filly leave the room, he sprinted. Any guard worth their salt would check out the house on the hill if over ten foals suddenly screamed bloody murder about it. He tossed the gathered pile of shit blocking the back entrance out of the way and bolted through the door, cursing as he navigated the quagmire behind the house at the bottom of the hill in order to cross the road into the abandoned houses beyond the road.