User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-7345250-20180905071953


 * The peacock pecks at a panel in the wall and then vanishes into a small compartment, tailfeathers folded.


 * The royal aides fumble to secure the lines and weigh anchor. One of them, catching sight of the vampony aboard, panics and flings more garlic at her—and rightly so.


 * Flashfire turns to the vampony too, fists ablaze.


 * In contrast, Spearmint's feverish attitude yields to icy severity.

Mr. Spearmint: "You seem like an avid reader. You must be aware there is an old ponies' tale in my country about a vampony borne across the sea with predatory intent—a tale with a grain of truth, perhaps, given your lord's conduct. If you would see a new Trotsylvanian embassy in Canterlot one thousand years after the old one's decommissioning, I ask that you contact Princess Celestia in writing to announce your plans and secure her approval. Why, it's enough of an outrage that we're leaving with one of our own!"


 * To Spearmint, this reeks of a ploy to justify a counter-invasion on Raizel's part. He cannot prove Tremere is aboard this vessel by her own volition, and Raizel is unlikely to care either way. There will be damage.