>>239480>Keeping the door open for a few seconds, the batstallion's eyes morosely drift past you towards the operating room doors.
"My advice: try not to understand.">Ending on a low tone, he takes a half-step backwards into the now much colder night air while releasing a short, bleak sigh.
"I didn't like her before, now I don't know how to feel. Nopony deserves being crippled permarenently like that.">Head turning back to you, Torven blinks once the bottle, then reaches out to grasp it with the right set of wingclaws.>Bringing it close to his snout and grasping the cap with his other set, he twists it off for a one-eyed examination of the contents, speaking slowly in thought.
"Doctor Tipper calculated human painkillers to be fifty percent less effective for most ponies.. I think.">Tossing his head back and not-so-carefully dumping more than few into his mouth, the sight of two long, sharp canines gives you a moderate sense of unease.>Either there was more bat in his genetics or the pony was displayed less.>Replacing the cap with a practiced twist and offering the bottle back, he immediately turns left into a half-walk.>Speaking in a bitterly annoyed tone as you follow him, Torven passes around the Clinic's eastern wall, heading directly towards the fountain you'd seen earlier.
"Politics. Chest puffing, table pounding, backstabbing, shouting, do nothing trash!">Falling silent until reaching the peculiar metallic yellow fountain, he turns about to sit down in a huff, back against the side.>Lifting both sets of wingclaws and folding them into rough 'fists' larger than yours, he rubs both sides of his head before speaking tiredly.
"Most of the time I'm asleep, otherwise I'm awake four to six hours a night, eight at most. More than that makes me sick. I'm a treasure hunter, spend my free time looking through maps, researching places, trading information or what I've found, and try not to get stuck somewhere dangerous. I don't normally scout locations, that rarely goes well for me.">Pausing to flick the left set of wingclaws around in a circle, obviously indicating the Fortress itself, the wing settles against his side accompanied by a dry snort.
"Razorback, this fortress here, all the humans in it are a protectorate of the Lunar faction.. in more ways than one. I hate politics but I'll share what I can."
"Short version: Princesses Luna and Celestia are the co-rulers of Equestria. Both are alicorns so they're much bigger than me, probably the same size as feral horses on most human worlds, and they're living goddesses. Both are probably old as this world is. I don't know how exactly to treat them as royalty but you don't want to insult them around any followers."
"Luna owns the Lunar faction. Mostly made up of batponies, lots of pegasi including some ancient clans that broke apart that call themselves the Ferron, some unicorns, a few earth ponies, gryphons, minotaurs, Eyes, Harpies, and others I don't know. Crystal Empire hates the Lunars. Dunno why, but I'll get to them in a while."
"Celestia owns the Solar faction. Supposedly it's an even mix of pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies. Solars don't dislike non-ponies, they're.. apathetic I guess."
"Canterlot is the Solar capital, it's where the Palace is.. was, rather. Celestia blew most of that up in a rage after Razorback screwed up their first job. Solars kind of hate Razorback for that still. Can't blame them since it's true and all."
"At least three thousand years ago Luna started building a giant multi-level fortress on the Moon, which she owns, and it got called the Citadel. Dunno why. It's the Lunar capital now since most of her faction left Equestria and settled there. Most all the ponies you'll see around here are Lunars. Razorback's done much better keeping them happy than they did Celestia and hers."
"And if you were wondering: I'm not Lunar."
"Probably the next closest bunch to Razorback are the Ferron pegasi clans. They're all shorter than normal Equestrian pegasi. Again another dunno why. Main four clans are the Lishanki, Malurians, Arkadian Divides, and the actual Ferron clan."
"Lishanki are bandits, raiders, thieves, pirates, and brigands. Rest of the Ferron hate them for good reasons, and they've started disliking Razorback for taking down one of the black markets. They owned a lot of stuff that went through it, now they're being targeted by both the Lunars and Solars for getting caught with illegal stuff."
"Arkadians are traders, miners, smiths, researchers, map makers. Some treasure hunters too, at least from what I've been told. They live in the far tip of the Northern Crag Moors at some place called the Divides, probably between a couple mountains or something. Never been out that far.. don't want to either, much too dangerous. They haven't visited here before but supposedly they're on good terms with Razorback."
"Malurians are.. druids, I guess. Or maybe something similar. They're odd since most druids are earth ponies, unicorns, or minotaurs. They have a huge old city-state somewhere in the Moors, no idea where though. Not sure how much they like Razorback exactly but they did send a few big gifts recently, including a really nice blanket that I may or may not be borrowing for now."
"Main Ferron clan is a bunch of loose knit groups, sort of like tribes, that roam across the the northern Moors regions up into the New and Old Everfree Forests, across the Canterlot Plains, and sometimes even head all the way to the Minotaur Hegemony across the continent. Each of the sub-clans is directed by a noble that's directly descended from the old Dynasty. They tend to be a little bit of everything. Lots of them come here whenever they have access to a translocation matrice.">Halting abruptly as the other wing drops down with a full body shiver, Torven's expression and voice turn deep shades of haunted.
"Then.. then there's the Sea's Bounty. I can't stand them, they're worse than most batponies are."