“With all due respect to their Highnesses,” the elderly pony began through a set jaw. His mane was silvered from age and had long since lost its black luster, completing his stately appearance. “I was well informed that a dangerous individual would be trafficked through my city and lands. That I was to trust my guard, the city watch, and to allow the goldcloak garrison access and mutual co-operation. I readily agreed, trusting my princesses in good faith. And now I have that very same individual at large in the finest city in the entirety of Earth Splitter Bay. Scores of ponies are now left homeless and their businesses eviscerated, and my waterfront is little more than a blasted battleground.”