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Iron follows Sands along, wondering what was her plan.
She goes up the stairs, and to a landing with a window at the far end with a door to the left[1d3 = 2]
Iron remains fully quiet, patiently waiting for her to check out the area for... whatever she had spotted.
"She was among number of people who had been tricked and captured by traffickers operating out of 33 Hoebuck. She needed place to live after she was rescued, so...I offered to let her stay with me."
"Uh... he mentioned something about that... I think.">>135273
She opens the door, and goes through
(I wonder where are we going...) Iron thought to himself as he followed the mare into the room.
In the room is a table with a typewriter, some shelves, a window with the blinds down, and a turned over table
"Oh, speaking of, how is he holding up? He was injured pretty badly during fight."
(Huh,) Iron thought, unaware of this place's true purpose or Sands' reason to come here (this place seems rather fancy.)
"He was pretty bad when I saw him yesterday, but he was much better today. So much better, in fact, he volunteered to help do some work."
She starts looking around[1d20+5 = 18]
Iron follows Sands around as she kept looking for whatever she was looking, peering his head behind her to see what she'd find.
Silver's eyebrows raise at the news.
"Huh. Can not keep him down for long, huh?"
"Well... they are using this office for sure">>135283
"Heh heh, yeah." She smiles
Iron nods along, transfixed at Sands' current searching.
He smiles back, and finishes his whiskey. He places the empty glass back on the counter.
She turns around and looks to Iron, somewhat irritated
"Make sure the area is empty.">>135286
She drinks the remainder of the whiskey, doing the same with the glass
With a nod, Iron does as told, frankly a bit confused at her irritation.
(What are we doing?) Iron thought to himself.[1d20+2 = 7]
Iron finds nothing under a stack of papers. But Sands, peers over the end of the upturned table, and a griffin head pops up, reddish in color.
Iron's head tilts softly at the griffin's appearance, unsure of its intentions as he could've easily tried to attack Sands right about now.
He speaks in accented ponish
"Uh, what do you want?!"
"Alright. May we head out, or are you currently busy?"
"Oh, you want me to take you there. Uh, I suppose I could."
Iron puts on a far more intimidating posture, walking towards the griffon. "It is a simple message," he confidently asserts "of who is the one ruling this area. You understand what I am saying so far?"
He smiles sheepishly.
"Oh! Sorry, I did not mean to suggest that. I can find my own way there, if you can show me where to go."
He wears a black suit. The hair on his head (short as it is) implies usual hat wearing
"I am a, I am a simple accounting griffin, you see. No harm done.">>135295
"Well for jewelry, there's a specific shop in east side I recommend." she whispers directions
"What sort of accountant has got armed guards inside his premises?" Iron presents, not being actually sure about how rare that is.
Silver nods, and offers her a hoofshake.
"Thank you so much, Cauldron."
"An important one" He says, seeming to smile
She gives accepts the hoof shake. Her shake is strong, and she tries to not be the first to break off
(...I suppose,) Iron thought before closing the distance between heads further. "I know that you are working for the recently moved out griffon family from Manehattan," he reveals "now drop the act."
Silver is surprised at this, but pleasantly so. He breaks it off first before it gets awkward.
"Tell Iron hello for me, would you?"
The smile fades
"Well, you got this far. So say it.">>135302
"I will keep it simple," Iron starts. "Do not mess with the Waterfront Gang. Try to impede our operations, and you will be dealt with in a far worse manner than the griffons downstairs."
"What... what happened to those downstairs?"[1d3 = 3]
"Nothing big," Iron reassures dismissively as he glanced away, making sure to show off his wounds to see how hard they tried to stop him "I just forcibly made them go to sleep, since this is simply a reminder of who owns the area."
This was followed with Iron's now far more grim expression. "But, if you really want to be an example of how ruthless our ponies can be, I can show you."
Silver bids her goodbye, leaves the bar, and heads for the shop she directed him to.
He pauses, as if in contemplation
"And who owns
Silver walks some ways, to go into a shop marked as gold and jewelry. There are several display cases of jewelry, and a rather large and old griffin behind the counter with a bald white head and an inspecting glass
"I have told you already," Iron replied, keeping his stoic look "it's the Waterfront Gang."
(At least I can see that he is scared enough that his mind is almost in a panicked haze.)
Silver speaks up to get the griffon's attention.
"Hello there. I was directed here by Black Cauldron, she said you could get me good price on jewelry I am looking to sell."
"So she did" He smiles, looking rather fat
"And what is it you have to sell?"Okay, I have to sleep now...
Silver pulls out the lockbox of jewelry, and shows it to the griffon.
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Then... Suddenly... Fantasy took off her mask. It was voldymort !!1111
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