The Perilous Quest to Save Vinyl From Certain Demise

While you are completely unsure if it will work or not, you decide that it might be a good idea to ask Blueblood directly about the situation. If anyone, he seemed to be the one who would know where Vinyl was, should she be involved. Even if he could tell you nothing else, he can certainly tell you if she's involved or not without compromising his position.

At least, you hope this is true. You don't want to spend more time with him than you have to, knowing his personality, especially since this might be completely unrelated, and you have no proof of Vinyl's involvement.

Putting the newspaper away in your saddlebags, you trot down the street towards the more wealthy area of the city, where Blueblood lived.

As you walk, you think long and hard about what you are going to say, so that Blueblood wouldn't have a chance to kill more of your brain cells with any distracting conversation about whatever he wanted. This is much harder than you first think, and you are still thinking when you reach the elaborate iron gates in front of the estate.

You aren't surprised to see two unicorn guards at the entrance, watching as you approach. Since Blueblood's come under the suspecting eye of the city, it logically follows that he'd want to be sure nopony could just waltz into his manor and search the premises for anything that might confirm rumors.

As you approach the guards, you nod to them politely, and quickly clear your throat before speaking.

"I'm here to see Blueblood. I'd like to ask him about a friend of mine who disappeared a while ago."

The guard's reply comes surprisingly quickly.

"I can't let you enter," One says bluntly. "Blueblood refuses any audience with non-unicorns."

Your eyes widen as you look at the guard and raise your eyebrow, almost unable to believe what you're hearing. This is blatant racism! It goes against the very message that was told to foals about the founding of Equestria, and the joining of earth ponies, unicorns, and pegasi! The prince must be even worse than you thought after seeing his behavior at the gala...

"So I can't enter, no matter what my purpose is?" You ask again.

"Unfortunately not. The prince has no time or patience to deal with commoners, especially those without the gift of magic."

This is an outrage! You feel your blood boil with rage at that response, not knowing quite how to respond.

Storm off in a huff like the prissy pony you are.

Calmly ask the guards if they've seen Vinyl themselves, or have heard of her.

Lecture these guards about the blatant racism of their orders, and what foul corruption it brings to society!

You won't be denied! Enter by force!