User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-27161581-20171005022813

''Inari smiles for the first time today. Crystal Buffalo indeed.''

As the ponynappers lead Spider-mane through the sewers, they begin to enter some kind of old industrial pipes with foul smelling gas coming out.

PB-47: "Observation: Risking cargo would be something a foolish meatbag would do. Statement: Use another route."

With a glare directed at the ponybot, the Specters and PB-47 turn around and start walking back the way they came, two pair of orange dots, and a set of emerald green.

''Night begins to fall on Trotsylvania, or rather, the darkness deepens. The fog makes it difficult to tell the exact time, and one by one the lights in the nearby village dim and go out, the serfs going to their beds.''