“Now come with me, for ol’ Welcome Sight will see ya right. Can’t have ponies be talking about Spurbay not welcoming fine folks such as yourselves when they’re in need. Come along now,” he finished as he turned to trot off. Handy and Joachim shared a bemused glance before following after Welcome Sight. The pair followed their rescuer through the winding streets of the harbour town, listening to him as he chatted his mouth off about this bit of history, or how good such and such’s shop did its business, or how that house had looked so much better before its owner painted it a slightly duller shade of white. Handy had tuned it out long ago, but he was starting to notice the ponies of the town were no longer giving them as wide a berth as before. He was still getting odd looks, but it was no longer the suspicious, worried stares of busybodies. It was a warmer curiosity, and several of them no longer looked away or pretended to be doing something else when he turned his head their way.