User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150708140430

Flashfire: "Hmmm... I doubt he'd swagger around out in the open. He'd probably be in the shady back room of some something like a tattoo parlor... you know, using an ordinary business as a front for his operation."


 * With the sun finally rising, Parlys glides to the train station and purchases a ticket to Maretropolis with the bits he stole from the saloon patron.

Parlys: "Hrm~hmhmm~♪"


 * Minutes later, he boards the train and embarks for Maretropolis. A distant Earth pony then emerges from the shade of the cherry orchard and checks the train schedule...