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I'm available to play today if you are>>131945
Amber's eyes follow up the balustrade and glance at the glittering chandelier before coming back down. She spots the unusually-colored mare and decides to trot to that room.
The ceiling is white, and meets a tiered yellow molding where it meets the walls. Several portraits hang from the walls, one of which at least is familiar. Entering into the new room - it looks like a state room, with dark wood shelves with books and fine china, and a blue ceiling that similarly meets the walls with a tiered, white molding.
The mare spots her before she closes the distance.
"Oh. Hello. Visiting?"
She smiles, and walks closer forward
"Oh, this isn't my house. This is the Tall Sails family mansion, built in 761. It's been open to the public for a decade now" She answers
Amber's eyes widen in interest. "Wow, I was just at their headquarters earlier today. Are you the curator?"
"Well, you could come along with me to meet them if you wanted."
"And where are you going?" He asks>>131974
"Well... sort of. I am a maid, more or less. There is a more regular guide, but... I know much of the history"
"Back east. Baltimare to be precise."
"And what can you do there?" He asks
"I have some friends there. They helped me out a lot in the past. There is also somepony from New Mareland that we can talk to in order to make the trade deal."
His right ear twitches down
"Who are these 'New Mareland'?"
"They are from across the ocean. Not the most gentle bunch, but they are more friendly than the changelings."
"Oh. Yes. Well, this place was built for Joseph Curwhinny in 761 and expanded for his family, built in the Georgian style. It was used afterwards by Tall Sails and his family, and then passed on from generations down. Around the turn of last century the family moved away from it starting with Wispy Wind, but it stayed in the family. It was damaged pretty hard in the Hurricane of '64, but survived as it was built ontop of a higher rocky outcropping than most of the buildings at the time. After renovations it was opened to the public back in 02."
"If they are across the ocean, how could they help us here?"
"Because they have boats and they can get supplies loaded up to you. Plus East Equestria is under their control."
"And where is this 'East Equestria'? Because we have had Changelings almost walk into our village."
"It is to the east, past the new changeling border."
"Well...." She looks away to the right, and a bit down to the ground.
"There was a built-in cupboard in the upstairs colt's room that was made a false back to hide in, at least for the colt. As for other secret passages... well, when they were renovating after the Hurricane, and moving much of the house higher so it would be above the waterline, and in-line with the new city regulations, well... they found some open spaces and a couple ladders... spaces between walls that were a little bigger than normal, maybe hidden rooms. As for ghost stories, I am not sure if there are many mansions as old as these that don't have those. There's an especially well known incident back in 894 where the Earl of Sunny Shores stayed for the night in the seaside guest room and ran screaming outside in the early morning. But it is, after all, just stories and rumors.">>131988
He looks at Spark a little while longer
"And what would they want?"
"Well, I haven't lived here. It's very grand and ornate, and extremely charming... though I think it would be a bit... 'empty' at night. I would keep a few candles on. But yes, there is a great bit of history here. This stateroom here, for instance, was the site of a chess game between Admiral White Cap and then-Minister of Finance Sapphire Saddle."
"Oh yes! It was rather intense, and is said to have escalated to a gun being drawn but... I rather forget the whole story..."What are they up to now? Last I heard they were also banning communism
"Oh, not in the old sense. Not traditionally... In Canterlot they insist on the difference. It's something a bit newer, based on trade and industry, and not knighthood or land ownership. 'New Money,' comparatively speaking. But it is Aristocracy in a real sense, and the best claim to aristocracy I think we have around here."Go to discord. I want to speak to you
Amber scratches at her mane. "Well when everypony is so close together you have to have some means to know who's important. If adventuring and soldiering on land could get a pony nobility back in the day, I suppose sailing across the seven seas counts for somethin'."
"Oh, it did. Look all around you and you can see the evidence"
The room has a table, and several leather chairs, besides a styled rug, wooden floor, and shelves with various curio's and books
He is pat, closing his eyes at the contact
"We were here for..." Mala closes his mouth, winces, then opens his mouth again to speak. But he does not complete his sentence
He gives Mala a worried look.
"You do not have to say if it makes you uncomfortable. It will not change my opinion of you either way."
Mala looks at Silver is answers him:
"Rêwîtiyek is buried there, out in the back. Under the flowers. Among others..."Best pony noises
Silver puts a foreleg around Mala, and gives him a side hug.
"Who is that?"
Mala is hugged, Silver's leg making contact with his short and course if kind of fluffy fur. He looks up at Silver with his big, black eyes
"I told you. He was the other Kaftar. He was killed when the soldiers came in, the day before the ceasefire."
Silver looks back, feeling hurt for the Kaftar gnoll who lost his friend, and who likely had to bury him himself.
"Oh...I am sorry, friend."
He gives Mala a squeeze.
>>132003Gnoll is squeezed
He feels a little fat. The air let out sounds a little like a yip. Mala doesn't say anything to the condolences for the loss of Rêwîtiyek, but instead asks:
"What are you doing with him
Silver lets out a sigh.
"It might be naïve, but...I am letting him go. I do not believe he will get involved with trafficking and Maarists again after all of this."
Mala's eyes grow big and he moves back slightly
"But... I don't know... I don't think he would take his change in fortunes lightly"
"He's.... He's very concerned with who respects him... I don't know... I am afraid of him..."
He pets Mala to try to reassure him.
"Well, he had better not make me regret showing him trust and respect."
"But wasn't there a bounty?"
His ears go down, but he is pet.
"Yes. I will admit, his offer of payment makes this slightly easier decision, if he comes through."
"We will ask him about it. We did as he asked, he is in no position to deny us at this point. If he tries to stiff us, we can use what you know about what is hidden here as leverage."
"He would probably just leave the city, or even try to fight us..."
"He is in no state to fight or flee right now. Let us focus on this being respectful transaction for now. If things go wrong, we will handle it."
"Okay..." Mala says, compliant but not convinced
"Come, let us talk with Maakie about payment."
Silver goes with Mala back to where they last left Maakie.
Maakie is sitting on the couch, staring in the direction of the two as they enter. He stands up as they come closer
Silver nods to Maakie.
"Hello again. I do not mean to be rude, but we would like to settle issue of payment between us."
Silver pauses for a second as he remembers something, before pulling out both of Maakie's swords from his bags and offering them back to their original owner.
"Oh, and before I forget, I believe these belong to you."
Maakie takes both, and holds the larger sabre out, the one that Silver took from above his bed, and looks at it for a time. He looks back up to Silver
"What do you want?"
"You promised payment for bringing you to safety instead of turning you in for bounty. It would be greatly appreciated if you would provide it."
"I have nothing on me. You've robbed me of everything I own. I know merchants in Nova Griffonia. I can get money from then, if only you give me time."
Silver raises an eyebrow.
"That is not exactly
what you said before. And it is lot of trust to ask for..."
He looks at Maakie for a couple seconds, before slowly nodding.
"...alright. I will give you that trust, if you can agree to one condition."
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"As I have no other choice, pray tell"
"It is lot of trust to ask for in my field of work, promising to pay at later date while going to other country. You do seem to be griffon of honor, but even still, having something, even little something, in advance would do wonders to alleviate any fears on our part of you going to Nova Griffonia and simply not sending anything back. This is safehouse, after all. It would be incredibly foolish to not have something
stashed away here."
pic pleasealso sorry for being away>>131997
Such opulence is overwhelming. I've read so many books with this kind of opulence, but it's hard to prepare to see it in person…
Amber looks around the room and asks, "The wood looks so exotic. May I see what's on the shelves?"
"Oh there's 'something' stashed away here alright, but it's not money. Your little friend there made sure to get to it first. This place was not intended to be a safe house, in any traditional sense. It is a property belonging to Boek that we used for other purposes. It serves as a safehouse now because there is no where else to go. You burst into my office and my apartment, and took away my love. You tore through my business of six years. Judging by your reluctance to talk about the Freisan address, I assume something must have happened to make that location unavailable. So what exactly do you expect?">>132028What pic?
"Oh, sure. This is not the library though"
Just from a cursory glance, Amber can see a blue colored chine plate propped up with a pattern that seems to be tea leaves, a gold or brass lined leather covered book of the "Canterlot Tales," and a marble bust of some stallion Amber can't immediately identify
Amber turns her head back at the peacock-green mare. "There's a library?"
>>132031Uh... I guess when i stop and think about the room, I am probably projecting a room in a house owned by a professor I had in law school that he would sometimes host classes in. That room was probably technically a "library." I may also have been thinking of the Hearst Manor which I visited as a child. The room wouldn't be Victorian, but an older style. Georgian era. Think of a room the purpose of which is to receive guests from the foyer, but isn't the primary library or living room. Maybe something like a smoke room, or a writing room...>>132030
"Oh yes. A grand library, with thousands of books.">>132032
"He found the shotguns, didn't he?"
>>132033That would be a parlor I think
Amber smiles eagerly when she hears that. "May I see?"
"Sure! It's right through here" she saysYes>>132035
"Well... there you go"
"I figured we would get permission from you, first. We are not here to rob you, after all."
Amber proceeds to where the "maid" tells her to go.
"You may as well take it. What else do you want?">>132039
The guide takes her through a hardwood door frame nearer the end of the room that enters into a hallway with a clock on the side, a statue that seems to be a smaller model of the statue to victory in the Canterlot gardens. They pass along a very long rug covered in purple and orange dyes with designs of unicorns and other creatures, towards an open door at the end of the hall. Through open doorways, Amber can see what must be grand living rooms, a hall leading to some other stairway, and the edges of a dining table. At last, at the end of the hallway, they enter through a doorway that opens to what must be a room taking up much, perhaps all, of the smaller rectangle that attaches to the side of the main rectangular structure of the building. There are grand book shelves, small moving ladders, and a table or two beneath the high ceiling of the room
>>132041Session tomorrow, perhaps?
Amber is glad she wiped her hooves before she entered the house, and as she follows she glances at all these varied rooms.
When they reach the doorway to the library, however, she stands in place with her mouth hanging loosely. After a few seconds she looks back to her guide as if for confirmation this is real.
It seems to be, at least. The ceiling seems to the roof level, or near enough to it. Though there are no skylights, there are large paneled windows extending up perhaps 18 feet, and grand bookshelves, with even a second level on each end. Amber can't read the book binds at this distance, but she can see brown leather binds, green cloth binds, tan colors, white, yellow, and red. Some binds are used and bent, some brand new. Some books are small, and some are massive. It's not as big as the public library in the town center, but it is as big as a wing of the same, and there is more decoration on the ceiling and wood paneling.More windows in the walls than in pic related
"Well, there is one thing if you would be willing to obilge me before we part. I would like to hear your story. Why you got into Navy, how you became smuggler...what events made you into you?"
What will the wolves do next I wonder?
I wonder when I will see best pony again?
Hmm.... I should get to you little ponies soon, shouldn't I?
I might be free late tomorrow.
"Knowledge of the forests, as they may be useful to hide from Changelings."
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"How could they provide us, exactly? We need ammunition, mortars, medicine, or best of all peace with the Doubles."
"They can provide all but the last one. That last one is up to me and my friends. Wars don't end overnight. It will take some time. I think you will find the supplies worth it in the meanwhile."
He pauses for a moment. An ear twitches, and he lowers his head
"It's worth considering... But I am still not sure I trust you, or ponies generally for that matter. I need to get back to patrol."[1d3 = 3]
"I think you will find ponies more trustworthy than changelings, and a better source of supplies for that matter."
"I think I need to go back to Miskobag for lessons. I do not think he will be able to teach me much longer."
Spark turns around.
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Will he want to be alone, or may I come listen in?"
"It is with me. For now, probably not. Mediwin rites are secret."
"Alright. I wish him well."
"Perhaps if you earn his trust - our trust - he may teach you something. The rights of the mediwin are secret even to the Ma'iingan... but he may be willing to teach you something yet"
"How did the first ponies here earn their trust?"
"For the mediwin? That has never happened. But few wolves become mediwin. Trust for Harmony.... There have been many ponies through this land, and for a long time. Travellers, adventurers, merchants, outdoors ponies... According to legend there was even a great pony sorcerer who used magic to control the lands, and invaded ours with his troops. It was brutal, until he retreated and was sucked into his own creation. All of this before my time. But I do remember an occasion when I was younger. Not that many years ago..."