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Banned for not lifting.
I'm from Minnesota. Winter, ammarigght?
Narrowleaf ignored Pinkly and used the weight to slam another guard.
Narrowleaf let out a battle cry, then threw a large iron ball at one of the guards. The chain was connected to his hoof, so he flew with it.
(Sorry 'bout that. Went out to eat.) "None, other than the silver one." Narrowleaf replied, after a moment of thinking.
"H-hello, miss..." Narrowleaf said, bowing.
"Yeah. The only way to kill our wolf forms..." He whispered.
"I know... I'm s-sorry..." Narrowleaf mumbled, stepping back.
Narrowleaf chickened out. "N-nevermind... My opinions don't matter..."
"Silver's very dangerous. Just being around it makes us weak." Narrowleaf said. "Just a scratch for somepony else would be like a large cut if the...
"Just let him go." Narrowleaf said, trotting over. "He's done nothin' wrong."
"No... We tend to... die before then. We're still vulnerable in our pony forms. And around silver."
"I stopped paying attention a few decades ago... But I'm 1,300 years old." Narrowleaf responded. "So I'm the oldest. And smallest."
You're in!
"Nothing important. So, what did you want to talk about?" He replied.
"I'll just be caught again. I've been branded." Narrowleaf replied, revealing a large burn.
Narrowleaf shook his head, then carried on.
Narrowleaf trembled, unsure what to do.
Narrowleaf turned to see the chaos on the roof. "Probably another robbery." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. "...Freedom..."
Alright. You're in. (And fyi, not everypony is enslaved. Only the very, very, very poor.)
