Holly thought for a moment. "Maybe Silver knows somepony...?" Nightshade shook her head violently. "Do you really think that my father... the stallion who took his ten year old daughter camping in Tartarus... is the right pony to ask?" "You loved that trip," Silver said, walking in. "And it's time to go. Your grandmother asked for us to come see her tomorrow morning." He looked at the clock. "Well, later this morning, actually." Silver glanced at Maya. "I apologize for storming out earlier, but I could not just sit there and listen to the princesses being insulted. If I'd had to listen to any more, I might have been forced to end it myself." Nightshade and Holly paid their tabs and followed Silver out.
"Yeah a little. I almost ran over a confused griffon. Scared the hell out of the both of us, but hes all good."
Zeran frowned. "might've been a wanted poster" she mused before rolling onto a bar seat. "could I have a mug of lemon ale?"
"You know, you roll alot. I kinda like it." Saber rolled before standing and dusting off. "I should sweep this place."
"Just make Night do it," she told Saber as she poured Zeran's ale. "Far as I'm concerned, you're her boss while I'm off."
