User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20161006203706

Goldfin: "Well... That was terrifying."


 * The griffon quacks and squirms, but Flashfire holds him fast.

Equestrian Bob: "Olright, olright ya blaggards."


 * Red Caboose, the company president, interrupts.

Red Caboose: "Bob here dynamited the rails on my orders following the crash. I thought it had been an accident, so we tried to fake a bombing so that the integrity and composition of those Galahad rails wouldn't come under too close inspection. However, some other party had different plans."

Equestrian Bob: "Goats, they was! Dirty, pungent goats! Fo' the sticks blew, they came outta nowhere an' clipped the fuse. I told that Airnworks a goat done it! Filthy, rotten..."


 * Flashfire scowls. When exactly was Ironworks planning to share this information? It would have saved them some time analyzing the cloth mask anyway.

Flashfire: "What else can you tell us about the goat or... goats?"

Equestrian Bob: "Smelly an' putrid, they was, even if they was oll in black. Threw stars like assassins too. An' like I told that Airnworks git, they was real moun'ain goats. Took off in the hills, they did. Ay, but I tracked one I shot as far as Fillydelphy."


 * Flashfire bristles at this news. Assassins in her town? Not cool.