User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-27161581-20170506042756

Withers does a double take, blinking his own bloodshot eyes.

Withers: "Oh, yeah...Press wants to interview....want me to put it off? I'll need a report though if you can give one. There's so many ponies, this is going to be a nightmare to sift through. Coffee?"

''Blue follows after Goldfin, squinting his eyes. Least the sun isn't all the way up.''

Cold Cash blinks as he spots the stallion in the cell.

Cold Cash: "This bozo? Noone wanted to buy him. Someone just told me to throw him in here. Probably debt collection."

It isn't long until the first of the police ponies finds their way down to the basement level, and start the long process of helping mares and herding auction goers.