The three of them entered the town and Handy was treated to the usual reaction. Honestly, it had gotten boring and he hardly noticed it anymore. Following Ivory’s lead, they reached the town centre. He informed them they should split up and search for Johan, or Joachim as Handy knew him. The griffons split off and began questioning the ponies of the town. Handy stood there for a minute, trying to pick a direction, when he spied a wooden cart with a tarp drawn over it just outside a tavern, a smashed bottle of orange substance on the ground beside it.