“You fucking pony! You don’t know what you’re doing! You should be at my claws groveling like the mud horse you are!” Throw more slurs why don’t you? My hooves now started to frisk him, I found something interesting. Pulling out a piece of paper from one of his coat pockets. Only to see its in German, and in some sort of coded language. I can’t read this. I could give it to the guards back at Canterlot as proof of my involvement in Longsword. As long as I can keep a story. From what I’ve heard from this loudmouth. They’re trying to kill ponies. Now does that mean they’re at war, or are they going on a full blown genocide? I may never know. 