"It’s been two days so far," the deep voice of the earth pony in their midst rumbled. The Manehatten sheriff was a mountain of a pony, dark-furred with an eye patch and wearing an azure cloak. He had been quiet throughout the inquiry, but no less attentive for his silence. One did not rise through the ranks of the city watch by skimping on the small details. "We have found nothing as my ponies combed the city. How can you be so sure of where he is?"