“I have hundreds of thousands of ponies, right here on this island, panicking and afraid as we speak. The city is locked down as if under siege. There are soldiers everywhere on the streets while the harbours and ports are emptying by the hour. My son is on his way to the Black Isles Enclave to fix whatever mess you’ve already made over there and to placate the Viceroy on the princesses’ behalf, putting his reputation and that of my family’s name on the line. And to top it all off, the only good to come of it is that we have the very culprit responsible, one of them anyway. He is little more than a blithering idiot unable to recall his own blasted name, never mind his own bladder, and unbelievably, nopony else can recall anything about him other than he was the cause of the destruction. So yes, Sergeant, I will have my answers and perform my inquiry before the princess has her answers. Somepony has to look after the interests of my ponies after all.” His voice was calm, measured, and cultured, but Midnight did not care for the subtle tone his words carried. He was angry, furious, and had every right to be. Still...