“Again my thanks, good sir,” Handy said, looking around. The town’s buildings were, by and large, a mixture of wood and mud-brick, with some stone thrown in for good measure, giving it a distinct appearance from the previous settlements he had had the privilege of seeing. Evidence of pony architecture was obvious: little decorative heart shapes cut out of everything, a few moons and suns here or there – that sort of thing. “Pray, where would the nearest halfway house be?” Handy asked. True Shot chuckled and pointed at a rather large building with the word ‘SALOON’ above the doorway. Oh yeah, that looked legit. Handy resisted the urge to sigh and simply nodded his thanks before walking off. He heard True Shot chuckle a bit before mouthing something about ‘city folk.’