Convergence

@Scribblegroove As Dancer handed the letter to the pegasus, his eyes widened slightly when he mentioned The Mother. A name he has not heard often in Equestria, to hear a stranger in this land mention Her was shocking at the least. But not nearly as surprising as when the pegasus introduced himself as Crowley. That name. Him mentioning The Mother left a bad taste on Dancer’s tongue. But he had a long time to prepare for this, and he was ready. Strange, Crowley was nothing like how Dancer pictured him. Dancer did not show a hint of his distaste. Instead, he expressionlessly stared into Crowley’s eyes. Dancer listened, but didn’t register what Crowley was saying, giving him only a slight nod after the pegasus finished speaking. @PonyOfWar@EQ_Theta Turning around to look at the red stallion that Crowley pointed to, Dancer saw a large, hardened looking Pegasus. He looked strong, but lacked the posture of a Blade. As War introduced himself, it dawned on Dancer that he appeared completely comfortable meeting a Zebra. Strange, Dancer was not used to that. Nodding at the respect War showed for him, Dancer responded, “fate has lead us down a strange path, has it not?” The pony standing next to War had a far more familiar introduction. When meeting Dancer, most ponies appeared to be either very cautious or very excited to meet Dancer. Salve was definitely the latter. Dancer stared blankly at Salve while he introduced himself. Not understanding his technical language and not having the patience at the moment to discern the meanings of his complex language. Something about how Zebras are similar to Ponies, Dancer definitely didn’t think so, and that Salve was a doctor. Dancer had heard about doctors, they train to heal others, but aren’t born with the gift. Dancer felt a pang of sympathy, in a land without Soothsayers, somepony must try to fulfill their roles, an impossible task. Not wanting to offend the doctor, Dancer refrained from stating that he does not plan to get injured and if he does he surely does not want anyone but a soothsayer working his wounds. Instead, he simply stated, “I have heard the rumours to. They hold little truth.” When Salve turned to War to whisper a question to other stallion, Dancer turned away with a slight smirk on his face. This was something he was used to. Either to talk about how strange Dancer himself is or to ask each other a question that they are for some reason too afraid to ask. Walking away from the group, he retreated into his own thoughts. Until out of the corner of his eye, he saw Crowley doing the same. The only other one that had secluded himself was Crowley. That would not do. Dancer would be different. Had to be different: his death would mean something. Turning back to War and Salve, he forced a small smile onto his lips. The smile was small and awkward, clearly Dancer was not used displaying this gesture. Nodding at War, “if your really are a true warrior, that is something I would like to see. We should practice before our journey begins. Perhaps I could teach you some skills from my homeland.” Turning to Salve, “The same for you Salus Veta. But perhaps a story over a hearth would be more enlightening for you.” @Dark Horse Hearing a loud, condescending introduction, Dancer inhaled sharply, then returned to his regular demeaner. “A foal that thinks he can best a Khan.” Turning around to face the source of the outbreak, “wait.” Approaching the purple Pegasus, he gazed into his eyes. Speaking softly, without judgement in his voice, “yes. The teammates that you will respect. That you will treat as your equal, right?”

Wait....... damn it!

It had been a long journey, mainly because Dancer preferred to walk and that he was never really sure where he was going. So he walked through cobbled roads, thick patches of vibrant grass and forests with trees rising up to the sky. He walked alone, something he was very used to. Letting his mind wander and marvel at the miraculously green landscape. Something Dancer had never known until recently. The cruel twists of fate were not lost to him. To be judged unworthy of his homeland, to somehow survive and find a home so fertile and now to be personally called upon by the leaders of this land; it made no sense. This could be his fate, the reason for his banishment and why he found Equestria. Alternatively, this could be a trick, a test to see if he was still loyal to The Mother above all else and not these pony princesses. Although, he had nothing to lose. Already he was deemed unfit for The Mother's embrace. So, Dancer walked. Walked to Canterlot to meet his fate. Feeling the weight of his sword on his shoulder, Dancer reflected that it has been to long since he has danced. He missed the beauty of The Mother and the intensity of death. The need to fight, to dance, to be a Blade, drove his steps more than anything else. This is how Dancer found himself in Canterlot. Walking through crowded streets of ponies, all of them busy but happy. Foals playing in the streets without blades on their hooves. Not for the first time, Dancer wondered what it would be like to be born in Equestria. To never experience true hunger, the one and only true desperation. To be whatever you wanted to be. This glorious freedom was the source of Equestria's weakness. In such a fertile land there could never be a true warrior, a true Blade. That was the only reason why Dancer could think that the princesses would call upon him. They needed a warrior, a Blade something that Equestria could never have. Approaching the castle, Dancer could see many guards in shells of armor. A desperate attempt to cheat fate in battle, but such a crutch only made Equestrian warriors weaker. One of the guards led Dancer to a courtyard where many ponies where gathered. Apparently, this was to be his new tribe. None of them appeared to be warriors, at least not to the extant of a Zebrican Blade. A couple appeared to have the stiff, rigid posture common to Equestrian warriors. A pose that Dancer could never guess the use of in combat. Approaching the group, the lean muscles of his shoulders and hips rolled frictionlessly, a posture that could be mistaken for a cocky swagger. It was merely the gait of one that trained his whole life in acrobatics, agility and endurance. @PathfinderCS Jolting to a sudden stop, Dancer's body tensed, "is... is that pony glowing?" He stared in alarm until recalling stories of Crystal ponies from the Crystal Empire. They were somehow different than regular ponies. They were shinier. So, was this a crystal pony then? Realizing he was staring, and feeling bad as Dancer himself has received that exact same stare plenty of times, Dancer smiled at the mare and averted his gaze. @PonyOfWar @EQ_Theta Walking closer, Dancer overheard two stallions talking of the one war he remembered hearing that Equestria had. The changelings. Hearing the emotion in their voices, they were clearly disturbed still by that one war. "I suppose war is disturbing to Equestrians. They are our way of life." Then the large red stallion began talking of the concern he had for these criminals, these thieves. Thieves are impure and as such they always fall to a true Blade. Dancer was not worried. @Scribblegroove Trying to recall what his close friend told to him to do, Dancer approached the one pony that appeared as if he belonged there. A pegasus with green eyes; he was clearly in charge. Slipping his sword sheath off his back and untying a piece of paper from his sword hilt. A scrap that apparently had importance in this land. Handing the paper over to the pegasus, Dancer re-strapped his blade to his shoulder, Dancer cleared his throat and said in a deep voice with a heavy accent, "they have asked for a Blade, and the Blade has answered." Pounding his chest with his left hoof and nodding to the group, a gesture of respect in his homeland. "It appears you are now my brethren. I am Dancer, I know you all are curious about me. Ask me anything."

In high school, yeah I had really no study habits... Then got to university and well, nearly got my ass kicked I'm now in my last semester, and have got my study habits down pat and have been personally very successful with them. For memorizing/theory based courses I consult lecture notes and the text book and jot down notes (usually in word) for absolutely every fact/theory that may or may not be important. I do this because I personally absorb absolutely nothing from reading alone. From that alone, I can usually pin point significant areas and focus further studies on them. Then, I usually make charts/tables/flow charts or diagrams of each major theory/component, and then try to draw links between each diagram. Finally, I will go over practice questions/exams if any are available. For more analytical/calculation intensive courses I usually skip all of the above sections. I skip straight to doing questions. I do as many questions as I can find, as many times over as I have time for. Practice, practice, practice till every question becomes like second nature to you. I only consult textbooks/other resources if I come across a problem/problem type that I struggle with or cannot do. For these types of questions/study, google is your best friend. You would be shocked how many detailed answers you can find by simply typing in the question word for word into google.

Hey guys Convergence here, formerly known as Golden Shield. For those lurkers out there, I don't judge, might know that I have tried drawing ponies before. However, I had some very poor results. That combined with the sole fact that I was actually trying to draw ponies in the first place (I was new to the fandom at that time), wounded my confidence greatly. I quit drawing and actually never looked back for about a year. Until recently, for whatever reason, I have gotten a strong urge to try drawing again. Learning from my mistakes last time, I think my problem was that I was simply trying to draw something. I never took the time to learn the basic tools, and frustrated myself when I failed to draw anything decent. What a shocker, right? Now instead, I am going about this with a different attitude, I am not learning to draw to create something great, but to merely try to learn a skill. Consequently, I have delved into many online guides, and I have found that most agree on one thing: just to get comfortable using a pencil. Drawing straight lines, curved lines, shapes, patterns, symbols and simple designs. To sketch anything and everything around you, and to do it quickly. Look at your result, try to see what looks "wrong" about it, try to draw it better the next time and throw the original aside. So I guess in other words: practice, practice, practice. So that is where I am at now, filling pages with different designs and shapes while trying to keep a loose, light and comfortable grip on my pencil. And actually, in a couple of days I actually have seen some minor, but noticeable results. Namely, I can draw circles a little more accurately and much more quickly. It may not seem like much, but to me, I think that is a major achievement. It is a 'first step'. I guess my question is this, are there any good/essential resources you can think of for a beginner sketcher/drawer? Furthermore, as a guy who said that "I simply cannot draw," or "I have absolutely no artistic talent," for 20 years of his life, I kind of want to share my journey of learning the basics to eventually grappling more advanced mechanics. Would you guys think it would be a good idea for me to start a thread dedicated to the practices I am using to gain the fundamentals on drawing, or is that more appropriate somewhere else. The thing is, I don't really want to do this by myself; I want to share my journey.

Whisper arrived at the train station just in time to hear the tail end of Crowley's speech. His grim warning made her smile. She was not one to take needless risks, but she often found herself fighting for her own life. This is why she was here, to fight and to protect. To conquer the shadows or be consumed by them. She simply watched silently as Crowley finished and flew away. She then approached the group, her appearance only barely resembling the pony that left the castle moments ago. A silver-grey dress clung tightly to her body and swirled around her neck and legs in a simple but elegant pattern. the material swayed gently as Whisper moved, glimmering brightly as it caught the light. Almost as if it were made from diamond. Her black mane radiated light as it cascaded down her neck and curled about the top of the dress. A simple black leather saddlebag hung from her side. @@Torrent505 Whisper couldn't help but chuckle as the others gawked at the luxurious train. "This is nothing compared to what I have seen." Figuring that the train conductor was beyond frustrated by now, she began walking towards the entrance of the train. Laughing softly, Whisper turned to look at Wanderlust. "There is no reason we can't have some fun with this, but we can't waste this opportunity to finalize our plans." Whisper paused briefly and scratched the ground with her hoof, "we don't know what waits in the Crystal Empire and I have some preparations to make. I definitely do not want to be caught with a dull blade." Boarding the train, Whisper immediately searching for a table that she could work at.

Whisper blankly stared at a random map as Crowley began talking. "The Crystal Empire then? Another place I have not been to in a while." Suddenly, Crowley paused mid speech, breaking Whisper's concentration as she looked up to study Crowley's face. Such a sudden pause was unnatural for him, he must have just realized something. Something important. Trying to guess his train of thought from his last couple of sentences, Whisper had no luck. All she could gather was it was in some form related to criminal activities and to some characteristic about Shining Armour. She knew better than to push him for information, but that would not stop her from taking a shot in the dark. "Worst case scenario, he thinks I'm insane, which he probably already thinks so." As the Princesses left the room, Whisper couldn't help but roll her eyes. "The Oh, so important princesses. Pfft." However, she was somewhat relieved that it was finally time for action. An action that would only lead to meeting more royalty in a different castle, but action nonetheless. Before doing anything, Whisper looked around and reflected upon her group one last time. The only thing new she realized was that Wish Scribe seemed to be very confused by the fact she smiled at her. "I need to talk to her." In one swift movement, Whisper raised from her chair and began walking towards Crowley. A mischievous smile planted on her face. She whispered so that only he would hear, "Anything you say? How about a finishing blow?" The smile instantly washed off her face as she grew serious. Lifting her hoof in order to put it on his shoulder, Whisper attempted to gently bring his ear closer to her mouth. Even quieter she stated, "I know exactly what your thinking. I think you may be right, can't say I'm not jealous to see how it turns out. Keep a close eye on him." In her peripheral vision, Whisper tried to study his reaction. She just hoped that her guess was close enough. Turning around, she smiled and matched Crowley's tone, "as for equipment, there is little chance that I can't provide all that I will need. Which reminds me," she raised her voice to address the entire group, "it has been a while since I have been in Canterlot. I have a few friends I should say hello to before we depart. I'll be there before the train leaves." At a brisk walk, Whisper caught up to Wish who by now had her bags on her back. With a gentle smile, she approached her and whispered, "I know you don't like who and what I am, and I understand that. I do. But I do know that you are struggling with something, Something that is haunting you." Lifting her hoof to her heart, Whisper continued, "I am to. I believe we have that in common. If you ever want to talk, I will be there." Without warning, she turned around and began to carefully retrace her steps through the castle. As if pretending that she did not know her way around the castle.

I am strongly INTJ. All tests rank me as over 50% preference for Introverted over extroversion, intuitive over sensing and thinking over feeling. My weakest type is Judging which fluctuates from a weak to strong preference of perceiving depending on my mood. INTJ labels me as a 'mastermind' in most charts, and in pony charts I am either Celestia or Luna.

@@PathfinderCS, @, @@Driz Whisper was about to answer Pathfinder, but Wish Scribe responded first. She seemed overly agitated, but Whisper could only guess what she was battling with. Her heart broke for the mare, Whisper could relate to her completely. Without looking up from her book, she tried to form a statement that would calm and console Wish, without appearing condescending. She didn't have much luck. Whisper's concentration broke as Maya returned to the table. It was clear that she was trying to provoke Wish. The tension in Whisper's mind suddenly broke as anger flooded her. It took all of her willpower to not attack the mage, never mind staying calm and collected. Valiantly fighting the urge to throw a hoof at Maya, Whisper brought her hoof to her forehead in frustration. She hit herself far harder than she intended, but she felt no pain. "In the name of Dawn Breaker, the girl is already at her breaking point! Are you that freaking narcissistic?" In slow, controlled movements, Whisper gently closed the cover of her book. She felt control returning to her as she let go of her emotions. She smiled warmly at Wish, trying to convey far more information than a simple body gesture. Trying to reassure her without words. Then breaking eye contact with Wish, Whisper turned to look sternly at Maya. She hoped her facial expression was not too cold. "Ancient magic you say? This book may interest you then. It has the symbol in it and refers to ancient magi and magic." She slid the book towards Maya nonchalantly.

As Whisper returned to the group with Crowley, the frustration that had temporarily dissipated returned at full strength. However, she could deal with it. For now. She hid a smile as she picked up the small gestures between Celestia and Crowley, knowing exactly what they meant. A book trailed at Whisper's unclothed side as she walked towards the table with the maps on it. Saying nothing, Whisper dropped the book on the table, not caring what it covered up. Sitting down, she flipped the book open and started to pretend that she was reading it. She positioned herself so that she could see the entire group within her peripherals. She watched them and listened carefully. She had resigned herself from the decision making.

Whisper rolled her eyes at the entrance of another pony this late into the meeting. This one was a zebra, as if this group couldn't get any stranger. "At least I will get to know a zebra, I haven't met too many of those." As Luna made her way to the library, Whisper followed silently. "Hopefully that book contains something useful and isn't just a dead end." When they finally reached the library, the Princesses made sure that everypony was put to work. Maya was investigating magical residues, the others examining documents and Whisper was given the important task of finding the book. "I'm starting to see what my place is here." Sighing, Whisper began to walk towards the section of library that Luna pointed out. Before she made it five steps, a bumbling guard entered the library, and then Celestia allowed two more ponies to further interrupt the group. The appearance of the dishevelled couple could only make Whisper lift her hoof to her forehead as she shook her head. Suddenly, fire erupted through her blood as she realized, "I have no control." Before she could stop herself, Whisper was staring daggers at Celestia. Shocked at the sudden intensity, she shook her head and took a deep breath. Whisper approached Luna and said softly, "I can find that book, but I can't make sense of it myself." She smirked as she continued, "seeing how busy everypony else is, it will be of little use. I just need some time," she sighed. Looking into Luna's eyes, Whisper smiled, "If you find the time, I would like the opportunity to talk to you privately." The mirth in her voice sounded completely hollow. Turning her back, Whisper began walking to the section of the library that hopefully contained the book. It didn't take too long for her to stumble upon an extremely familiar spine sitting atop the highest shelf. Pulling it off the shelf, she took a quick look at the cover, "yup, this is it. " She didn't even bother to open it as she walked towards an empty corner of the library. Finding a large and empty area, Whisper carelessly tossed the book on the ground. Taking a deep breath, Whisper reared as her horn burst into a bright silver hue. Three black daggers suddenly appeared around her and were launched toward the ceiling. They stopped just short of the roof and fell towards Whispers head. The blades narrowly missing her as she caught them with her magic. As she spun the daggers around herself, she began to smile. Their motion grew faster until her eyes began to burn with an intense passion. In swift movements the daggers danced through her dress, the torn fabric falling to the ground in perfect diamond shapes. Bottles and scrolls fell to the ground and rolled across the room, miraculously unharmed. Instantly, Whisper began to sidestep and began punching with her forelegs. The daggers followed in wide slashes and sharp jabs. It did not take long for sweat to start wetting her hide as she sparred enemies that weren't there.

@, @@Driz Whisper turned to look sadly at Wish Scribe. "Crowley is right. I know that it is difficult to trust ponies like me at first. Perhaps in time you will come to realize the type of pony I really am," she nodded towards the princesses, "as the sisters have." Whisper stood up and turned towards Maya, who was now near the exit of the throneroom. Her face growing serious, she said in a soft but firm voice, "there is no reason for such antagonism. Besides you aren't truly being objective if you let your emotions get the better of you." "As much as I don't want to admit it, Crowley is right about everything." Turning slowly towards the pegasus, Whisper began to grin, "I would never last 30 seconds. But I would never have to last so long." Whisper mockingly blew a kiss, "I Can't wait." She started to walk towards the door. "I like that plan Luna."

Whisper fought herself to remain calm during their response. Attempting focus her entire attention on what was currently said, instead of one sentence that kept ringing through her head. After everypony finished speaking, Whisper could contain herself no longer. She turned her head to stare at Crowley, a grin growing on her face. "You, seriously? That is just too perfect. We should duel sometime, work off that frustration you have from dealing with me. I would enjoy that immensely." Taking a deep breath, Whisper straightened herself in her chair and calmed down. "Sorry I'll try to contain myself. I think each of us should take a turn describing what they see in this information. I'll go first. One thing jumps out at me. The most important thing a criminal organization will ever do is choose their symbol. It gives insight into the ideals, strategies and thought process of the organization." Grinning she looked up at Celestia, "for example, if you don't yet know what the Half Sun symbolizes by now, I have failed my life's work miserably." She returned to a more serious composure, "but this is different than the Half Sun. This symbol is like an encryption, trying to hide the information it pertains to the general public. I have strong theories about what it stands for, but its true significance eludes me. I won't bore you with them, I have a point to my rambling. I have seen it before." "There was once a mage, that I had a," Whisper chuckled, "lets say intimate relationship with. He was an authority within the council of magi. A good pony, but he let his thirst for power corrupt him absolutely. He could not be... saved," a strange glint flashed momentarily in her eyes. "After the fact, I searched his belongings for any sign of what might have caused his transformation." "One particular tomb drew my attention. I can't say why, only that it did. This book had that image plastered in it multiple times. I could not understand its contents, only that it referred to a society known as the 'mages of the ancients.'" She paused and looked around the table. "At the time I dismissed it for typical scholar jargon. But it seems that that book would be essential to us. Lucky for us, it is somewhere within the Canterlot library. I made sure that his will donated his tombs and potentially powerful artifacts to the library." Looking over at Maya, Whisper continued, "perhaps Maya or one of the princesses may have better luck understanding its contents. That is the only lead I know of at this point."

@ Whisper was expecting opposition, since the pegasus was obviously given strict orders to ignore her, the armour clad pony seemed like the next logical choice Calmly, Whisper lifted her hoof off the table and leaned in closer to the mare known as Wish Scribe. "And I would think less of you if you did." She glanced around the table, "I'm sorry I guess I didn't explain myself well enough. I am not fighting for power, I am fighting against it. What I am proposing is a group where each of us is equally responsible for each other. I will not blindly accept any order from the princesses or from you. Instead, together we will develop a strategy that works for all of us. Likewise, I expect each of you to do the same. Reach a consensus, instead of being told what to do. Does that sound more reasonable?"

Whisper began to form a vague picture of the criminal organization during the princesses' speech. Their meagre facts mixed with her own assumptions, forming the basis of her vision. The result was a crude idea of what the organization was and what it stood for. It was not much, but it was a start. A lead for her to act on. What interested Whisper the most was the symbol. She had seen it before, and had a vague idea of what it might mean. Whisper had already decided what her first step should be, "but do I really want to work with these ponies?" She politely waited until they finished speaking, mentally documenting every important fact said. Whisper was the first to break the silence. Glancing quickly at Luna and then at Celestia, she said "you both have been very kind today. I would like to extend to you the kindness of being blunt. I know the three of you know far more about me than my colleagues, but you all will learn far too much in the time to come. There is no use in hiding it. I do not wish to offend either of you, as I have a great deal of respect for you Celestia and for you Luna. I know you both have traits that I highly value. Know what I am about to say is not a personal attack, it is a criticism of an outdated form of government that only hinders the progression of society." "If I am to accept this mission, I would be working with you. With you," Whisper paused as she put her hoof down on the table,"as equals. As such, I need to understand your strategy. My question to you is this. Why instead of hiring any trusted official, princess or established entity to solve this problem. Why would you initially select a group of civilians... while not quite civilians, but still? Specifically, why in Equestria would you want to work with a pony that holds no loyalty or fealty to the crown? A pony that you well know will betray you at the drop of a hat if she knows that by doing so would be better for the greater good. With all due respect, don't give me the standard 'we were desperate and you were the best fit for the job.' No, there are many ponies like me, some of which are loyal to you. So, why me?" "I will not work for you, but if you wish to be partners I will do all that I can. But as partners, I will only give you as much as you give me. If you accept these terms, I know that together we will be able to put an end to this organization. If not, I will leave now. I will not purposefully jeopardize your mission."

I sat down beside a random guy in a second year biochemistry course a couple years ago. We said nothing to each other, until he turned to face me, with a really confused look on his face and called me by my name. I turned around, and he looked so vaguely familiar, and I was able to recall his name. Turns out, it was someone from my old elementary school. We hadn't seen or talked to each other in about seven years, yet we were still able to recognize each other. We weren't even really friends back in elementary school either.

@@PathfinderCS Upon seeing Crowley return, Whisper quickly said "hold that thought. It seems like we may finally learn what is going on here." Silently, she turned to follow Crowley, wherever he was leading the group. Walking through the luxurious hallways of the castle, Whisper grew increasingly disgusted at the sheer elegance of the building. Eventually, Crowley stopped beside what must be the throneroom. @@Scribblegroove Lifting a hoof up to her mouth, Whisper stifled her laughter. "Do not abuse the princesses' generosity and kindness? Yet you looked down upon me, and abused mine since we met. The irony is overwhelming." Flicking her tail, Whisper sported a large grin until a powerful voice interrupted her fun. Mildly surprised by the kind welcome of Celestia, Whisper sipped her coffee. This was nothing special, she was well aware of the princess's kindness. Approaching the now open door to the throneroom, Whisper's eyes widened upon seeing that neither sister planned on sitting upon their throne. Instead, opting to sit at the same table with the group. Celestia's use of the word 'subject' stung, but Whisper forced herself to ignore it. She waited at the doorway until their introduction was finished. By the time the princesses took their seats first, Whisper was shocked. "Where respect is shown, respect is deserved." Pointedly, she sealed her coffee container and placed it in her dress. Then, with a warm smile on her face, Whisper began walking into the throne room. "The feeling is mutual. It is great to finally meet you Celestia and Luna. I always knew that someday I would meet you both. However, I never quite expected it to be under these circumstances. Not that I'm complaining, of course." By now, Whisper was approaching the table and had to decide which chair to sit in. "I'm still half expecting to be put in cuffs." For no particular reason, she chose the chair beside Celestia and sat down. Upon hearing Crowley's grumbling, Whisper's smile grew slightly. "As of now, I have no questions. I find it extraordinarily difficult to ask questions on a subject I know nothing about."

@@Driz Whisper smiled while listening to Maya's response. She seemed very modest, as most powerful spell casters seemed to be. She waited until Maya was finished, then took a sip of coffee and said softly, "ah the pursuit of power. As good a reason as any I suppose. A word of advice, if you care to hear it, do not let it consume you. I have seen far too many good ponies corrupted by power." The smile faded off Whisper's face as she looked deeper into Maya's eyes. "I would hate to have to meet you under... different circumstances, like all the others." Whisper quickly returned to her joyful demeanour. Grinning as she took another sip, "I am far more interested in the thieves of this artifact. The crime increase that I am aware of is merely the result of small groups taking advantage of the current state of Equestria. Mostly small, inconsequential acts conducted by amateurs. But, with how cryptic the princesses are being, there surely must be a larger organization involved. I am impressed how they have evaded my detection, but they will soon learn that Equestria is my territory. Excuse me." @, @@PathfinderCS Walking around Maya, who was now sitting, Whisper approached the other two ponies in the courtyard who were currently involved in a conversation. She smiled at them both, with a slightly guilty look in her eyes, as if to apologize for interrupting them. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation." Glancing at the armour-clad pony, she said "Wish Scribe, right? I know your pain, I have had brothers and sisters that have gone down similar paths. I'll do whatever I can to learn more of him." Turning to the Golden Stallion, Whisper continued, "as much as I hate to admit it, Crowley was right about one thing. I don't know what your talent is, but I know that you will do a great job for this team." Whisper laughed lightly, "but now for the really important question. Do you think they will serve us lunch? Its been a while since I have been in the city and I could sure go for a feast!"