Grave's tale

Graves trotted slowly in to the town before him. It wasn't all that small as he expected, but it was small enough. He noted it was mostly earth ponies here, so good. He made a note of the name, Appleloosa, which is also fine. He then decided to get it over with. He had a idea that it was likely a good idea to report in to the sheriff at the least that he was here.

The building itself wasn't too big. Two floors, the bottom one had a simple jail cell in the back, along with a desk and some other things in the front, the upper floor likely living quarters. Silverstar was at the desk and didn't even look up as he was looking over the report that came in from Canterlot about the recent changeling attack, “Can I help yew?”

Graves pulled out a paper and placed it on the desk, “Names Graves, I'm taking over as the town mortician. I know it says Lily on the papers, but that was someones idea of a joke...”

Silverstar gave Graves a inquisitive look then looked to the papers, “I'll get this to the town hall, and welcome to Appleloosa, if you need any help just ask.” He then started to note how Graves was looking at him, “There'n a problem?”

Graves just said with a flat tone, “Nope.. just getting idea for box size.... I like to plan ahead.” With that Grave headed out.

When he was sure the Sheriff wasn't watching him, Graves grinned a bit to himself. “Good,” he thought. “They won't be to curious if I behave in such a manner.” He then decided to head to the general store. There he picked up some basic supplies. While there he attempted to access the hive mind again.

Nothing... no voices chattering, no sound from the queen, nothing. He sighed abit, he must have been knocked far away from the others. So he was on his own, which shouldn't be a problem. He noted how the towns folks where loving and caring for each other, some random draining here and there, helped to keep himself feed. As they just put it off as dealing with the heat related with there current home.

Once done in town he decided to head back to what was to be his new home here, and funeral parlor to the town. So far so good no one suspected him, which is how it should stay.