The pair made their way down to the first floor and left through the twin sets of iron doors, descending the entry ramp and heading towards the center of town.  As they walked, numerous ponies paused to bow to Forgath or waved in passing as they went about their business.  While he did not respond with more than faint nods, it brought a smile to his hidden, scarred lips to see the proper submission of his minions.  As to the waves...well, happy and loyal minions worked harder; it was a sign of the growing power of their city, and he would not begrudge them that.  Even if they were "perkier" than the minions that served him before he arrived in this world.  Six years had only resolved some of the aesthetic issues.