"Y'know, before Brisk and Flitter said they were really changelings, I thought it was something... extreme. Like... they..." Narrowleaf thought for a moment. "What did you think they were going to say?"
"Or they were having a baby!" Narrowleaf paused, face serious. "I think I might of blown up if that were the case..."
Just then, a stranger that none of the group recognized walked across the path. His face was concealed by a black hood but had a crimson coat. He work a silver necklace with a locket at the end. He had two pistols, a sword similar to a katana and a staff on his side, and bags of supplies in his vest. "Evening Mares and Gentlecolts and um....changelings." he then continued to walk off but expected a response back from the group.
Bolt took a different approach. "R:Who are you. You can't bring weapons into my palace. Explain yourself!" Bolt said
"I was just wandering the area, it's not easy taking out 50 knights at once you know." This stranger appeared completely unharmed, no scratch or blood at all, he took off his hood to reveal a handsome face underneath. "My name is Crimson Lionheart, otherwise known as the Archangel."
Narrowleaf growled. "You better explain what you're doing here, or get out!" (It's about 1:00am over here... K'Bai.)
Crimson laughed a little at the lack of respect, but he was inside a palace. "I'm just wondering if you have a room for me to stay tonight and if possible, some work for me to do." Crimson put all of his weapons to show he wanted peace except his staff. "And please remember to talk nicely to your guests, the last thing somepony needs around this wasteland is rudeness.... or an entire army."
Bolt was already gone, in the room next to Brisk. "Come on...wake up...Don't make me come in there!" Bolt said.
Bolt nudged Brisk. "Listen if you can talk, I wanna let you know that I'll bring you anything you want...I just want to make sure you're okay."He said.
