After a few minutes of convoying through the city - and passing by some light-coloured singer pony in a cage that seemed more important than she actually was - a pair of elite storm beasts rolled up on you from the front. That would have been concerning, if they weren’t wearing the super secret pins identifying them as your bestest of boys. Still in character, they ask you to come with them for a moment, drawing a quizzical look from Tempest that you placate with a reassuring smile.