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>>151756"You can do that?"
she asks, blinking. She thinks for a moment, and continues, "You know about it?"
She tilts her head down slight, and forms a small, almost malign grin
"You didn't think we looked into who you are before approaching you?"
Amber retracts with a pensive look on her face. "I suppose you would, but I didn't think it would be possible with me hardly knowing anypony around...."
She gets the sense it would be a bad idea to get this lady mad at any point, as it would be hard to hide.
"I just know what I was told, and that is that a filly with the same name as you, and the same adorable expression and coat, borrowed some money from someone else a few days ago. We can have that debt erased. I sort of assumed that was why you were here."
"You will be released from that. Who will eat the cost, we will figure out later, but you will be released. And to keep silent about all you have seen here, all you have done here, perhaps another 200 bits."
For the first time since she has entered the office, she smiles at this news. She feels a nagging at the back of her mind about how this is illicit money and she shouldn't accept it.. It's just a piece of paper, I wasn't hurting anypony. Plus, I won't have such a rocky start to life here."Thank you, ma'am."
She opens a drawer, and pulls out notes. The mare scrunches, and Amber can see why. All of the currency produced is of the red paper money that High Sewn disfavored at the store.
She counts out some amount, and tenders it to Amber by pushing it across the desk.
"Again. Do not
. Go telling ponies, even those you trust, about what you've done and seen tonight."
Amber stares at the bills. They're not shiny gold, but they still say bits on them, so why are ponies unhappy with them? As soon as Denizen's hoof leaves the table Amber picks up the cash and slowly stows it away."You needn't worry about that, ma'am. I know how to be confidential,"
she says with a nervous smile.
She watches as Amber takes the bills.
"Very well" she says
Amber looks at the thestral. "Thank you. Is there anything else?"
“Oh, yes. One of the waitresses said this was left for you.”
She pushes over a piece of paper with writing on it
She picks up the piece of paper and starts reading it intently....
"Sorry I had to leave. Had a great time with you tonight. Hope to do it again. You can contact me at 410-0837, or at 1110 Summervale.
- Mustard Trim"
“She’ll be there on your way out” she says, and blinks
“I need a doorframe…” she says to herself
Amber doesn't tarry but trots out, looking for the waitress on the way.
She is staring at Amber almost as soon as she exits. The flaxen colored mare, with the black, tied back mane. It’s the same mare who served Amber the Hurricane, who talked to the guests when Amber entered, and who directed her to the back room.
"You're welcome" she says
She blinks again
Amber wishes her a good night and leaves the establishment to set out for home.
The flaxen mare, however, has a question for Amber
"What did he say to you?"
>>151778"He had to leave, but wants to meet up again sometime and he gave me his address."
Amber is relieved that the flaxen mare didn't read the note, though she doubts Dark Denizen shares the same scruples.
"No no." She says
"The griffin viol player."
"I suppose" she says
"I didn't wake up. I'd call that good."
"I haven't seen him talk with... well, almost anyone. Denizen likes him. But even she can't get more than a few words with him. I don't think he likes.... playing for, well, playing for other creatures. I mean... like it's alien to him, or beneath him."
"I don't know if it's that" she says
"There's this rumor going around that he was the private musician for the Von Katerinbergs, and fled when those two counties fell. Some one else says they passed by his apartment and heard him playing with a whole orchestra. I don't know, I just... I wonder, some times.."
Amber tries to recall who the von Katerinbergs are....
Knowledge (geography): [1d20+4 = (5+4) = 9]
Somewhere over in the Griffin lands. It's sort of in the Empire but not really. There was this young girl who was not just a despot but literally insane, and an older male in a different kingdom who was murderous towards the ponies there.
>>151790Griffin is squeezed
"No. I mean... like a classical orchestra. Playing notes and songs he had never heard before. Sounding almost like chords from heaven. He couldn't really describe it. Of course, he doesn't know music very well."
"Yeah, that's exactly what I would like to know too. I don't know, he just seems a little strange."
"Heh. That's what Dark Denizen thinks. I think a swing, or jazz band would probably be more popular with the patrons."
"Are you sure you are okay?"
"Well... you and her. Maybe that's why he'll talk to you and her, but not me or the other staff.">>151798
"I don't know. But I'm still here, aren't I?"
She smiles back, showing teeth
“Thank you. Where did you come from?”
"I just worry about you sometimes, my dove."
She leans into him, until most of her weight presses into him.
Silver holds her weight, standing strong against this onslaught.
She leans into him a little more, tilting her beak so that it buries in his fur.
"I will be your support, dove."