User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150801234235

Orbit: Appreciate it, Glaive. Let's hurry. Death-Stalker's only given us a day.

(Upon exiting the structurally unstable building, Orbit gallops toward town hall.)

(A posh-looking vehicle makes it way down the almost empty Maretropolis streets.)

???: And you're certain the "coast is clear", as you so eloquently put it?

Henchpony: Positive, boss. Not a single bot from here to Stirrup Square.

???: Yes, well... Faust knows I don't keep you boys in my employ for your peripheral awareness.

(The pony across from his henchpony straightens his monocle and grasps his umbrella a little more tightly.)

Cobbletrot: I'd been underground for too long. Time to remind this seedy city who really runs things around here.