It started in a bar. As many half-baked and poorly executed plans do. It’s almost a shame such a nice night got ruined by a simple misunderstanding. There I was, chatting up a nice mare and consuming copious amounts of alcohol, then suddenly I’m wrapped up in some scheme to get out of the city. First off, no one leaves Detrot without the consent of the Equine Nation, the gang that runs the slums. Second, no one gets consent to leave the city from Equine Nation. No one tries anything either because no one messes with the gang, I should know, I work for them. Third, it’s not fair to be asking for favors when a stallion is intoxicated. I was in no position to make a decision regarding life choices. Well, I’m in a ton of trouble anyway I suppose, what could adding some more hurt. This definitely won’t end well.

Pre-read by:
Auramane
Skeeter the Lurker
Edited by:
Prak