User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160525095836


 * Goldie scowls at Strongheart for neglecting to mention an address or room number.

Golden Age: "The Mareott at Midtown Manehattan."

Gretchen: "Lemme see if I've got this straight: ya want me to flutter up to the base of the most powerful ponies in Equestria, ask them if I can have your stuff, then give that stuff to the Equestrian Postal Service knowing only your hotel?"

Golden Age: "Well, when you put it like that... Maybe you could bring it up yourself?"

Gretchen: "Luna's moonrocks, Goldie! Ya've got some nerve-"

Golden Age: "Don't give me that. If you really think I cannot handle this, then maybe it's best for you to check on me yourself. Heck, that's what you wanted all along, isn't it? I'm not an idiot, Gretch. Strongheart's here. If you want a word with him and me, bring my stuff to the Mareott."


 * There is a considerable pause.

Gretchen: "Fine, Goldie. I'll do it. The boys can run the Roost for a coupla days at least. Why do ya even need this stuff though?"

Golden Age: "Well, nopony outside of the Power Ponies knows about Bayne, so... Oh, wait. Do you know?"

Gretchen: "Uh-huh."

Golden Age: "That bad guy I mentioned before? I found out a little about his buyer. I plan on investigating."

Gretchen: "Alone? Goldie, c'mon..."