User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-7345250-20170602212529

Princess Celestia: "You will not creep into Trotsylvania like spies—the risks are too great, and vampony security is not to be taken lightly. Rather, you will walk in through the front gate."


 * Flashfire raises an eyebrow at this.

Flashfire: "Um... If it wasn't yet clear, I don't think Di Dracaru wants anything to do with us. Except Decibelle, but he's kinda got her already."

Princess Celestia: "Hear me out."


 * Celestia pauses, oddly. She turns her gaze expectantly to the open doorway.


 * There is a light whoosh of motion. Into the doorway descends a gangling grey-green Pegasus stallion with a hard, rawboned visage. He folds his wings, straightens a bowtie of a more vibrant green, and scans the meeting with two silvery eyes.

Mr. Spearmint: "Your Highness calls?"

Princess Celestia: "Power Ponies, Mr. Spearmint is one of Equestria's brightest diplomats and my personal foreign aide. Mr. Spearmint, I hope you won't mind being reassigned to Trotsylvania for a brief liaison..."

Mr. Spearmint: "The file will need some dusting-off."

Princess Celestia: "Then allow me to introduce you to your new cultural attachés."

Mr. Spearmint: "It is an honor."


 * Something about the stallion's dry tone belies the sentiment.

Princess Celestia: "Power Ponies, you will serve as Mr. Spearmint's staff and security. With this commission, you may enter Trotsylvania under complete diplomatic immunity!"