He woke up on the morning of the fourth day as they were nearing a train station in Western Equestria, a small village called Hoofshire. However, that wasn’t what caught Handy’s interest. What did was the fact that the curtains of the window he sat next to were drawn open. You see, he had taken to closing them to prevent blinding his employers, and somebody had had the incredible audacity to open them. That somebody was actually a pair of someponies. In armour. Sitting across from him at the table.