User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-27161581-20170908212334

''Inari leads Goldfin to one of the long shelves, and pulls a scroll off. Like many scrolls in this room it isn't sealed at all, being a matter of public record. The writing is neat, and professional, and dated to the night of the Ghost sighting. The report is boring for the longest part, being filled with descriptors of the practice cargo, exercise patterns, the ponies in charge, technical jargon about movement, wind speeds, other ships involved, as this long report details the reports from nearly a dozen ponies. However, after a few minutes of dull reading, Goldfin finally hits something interesting.''

Report on cooking maneuvers for Great Mare:

''Princess Celestia, while leading cooking operations training our superiors received word from an unknown source via mail pony that there was an assassin hiding in our midst. Of course as per normal operational procedure we proceeded to search the area. We did spot a grey pegasus briefly flying in our local no fly zone, but he somehow managed to avoid us, and was able to make it into the shallows before our captain could scramble the wonderbolts trainees. We also had several false positives on our microwave safety equipment. While the food cooked was delicious, and I highly recommend this new technology to keep our units with warm bellies during long trips, I think the safety equipment supplied by Dr. Neighverwrong, might be a little too sensitive. It gave off consistent false positive readings even when our technicians took it out on deck to be zeroed. Sabotage is out of the question, but it is plausible that environmental interference may be to blame.''

Countess Nindar follows after Spearmint and Flashfire, seating herself comfortably in one of the fireside armchairs, her red eyes gleaming in the shadows cast by the fire, watching her guests.

''The maid looks relieved when Spearmint takes his place near the hearth, and fetches an old fashioned tape measure from a nearby drawer. The maid then unspools it, revealing a silken ribbon, which she then uses to very carefully measure Mr. Spearmint's dimensions: hooves to withers, neck to head, hoof size, across the withers, and so on. Even when the not entirely perfect maid occasionally bumps Mr.Spearmint, her incredibly apologetic face unspokenly begs for the ponies silence.''

Nearby, the other two maid sit obediently at the foot of the Countess's chair, and the Countess runs a hoof through the mane of one.

Countess Nindar: "Ould ooh like somefing Ms. Dragon?"