User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-27161581-20171119133321

Diamond Darts: "You have a premium service, you can take on ponies that the police can only dream of bringing in. Think about it Goldfin, without you, they're just a bunch of small fries. You're the big fish here. Why not join the rest of us? They're not your friends, they're competition."

The countess sniffs curiously, having smelled the briefcase before.

Nindar: "Vo... fank ooh Spearmint."

''With a clap of her hooves the countess summons a maid. The new arrival curtsies to both ponies, and lifts the briefcase up onto one of the tables. While the servant undoes the latches, likely so the countess wouldn't have to fumble with them, it is Countess Nindar who opens the case.''

Once the ice has encased her prisoners up to the hip Inari speaks again.

Inari: "We are willing to let you each live, if we are satisfied with our meal of information. First though... we will show you what your so called Master likes do do with others."

Inari produces her bag, and the frozen legs of the bovines start to walk towards it as the icy leggings force their bodies to move.

Inari: "Any last requests?"