He felt warmth against his chest and reached below his chainmail and pulled out the pendant. It was a teardrop-shaped jewel on a chain of tarnished gold, nearly black in colour. The gem pulsated softly. It felt warm at random moments but he never paid it any mind. It was magic – shit happened. “I wonder why you let me keep this…” The gem pulsed. Handy thought back to the changelings. He was still not fond of the bastards, but the night ponies occupied a higher tier on his shit list. And he did still feel bad for what he did to the Queen. He tried not thinking about how good the meat of the pod tasted. Or how her blood might taste.