Trottingham, 7th street, 4th avenue
4:30 PM
Trottingham, the city by the water. Such a wondrous place. Thought a snow white mare as she trotted through the streets, the buildings were tall, almost as tall as the ones she had seen in Manehatten. In the daytime when she was out and about, hundreds of ponies would be trotting among the streets, taking in the scenery as they traveled to their destination. However night had fallen, and nopony was out save for her.
The roads in front of her were paved with cobblestone, and laid down in intricate patterns that impressed her. The buildings were the same, all built from red bricks and standing tall. To her it was a beautiful city, one that she wouldn't mind visiting again sometime soon. Of course, this was going to be after her plans have come to fruition.
With a smile she trotted forward until she spotted her destination up ahead, a small bar establishment. The name Garry's Bar was lit up on a sign overhead. This appears to be the place. She noted, trotting over to the alleyway and going up to a back door where she saw a symbol, the same symbol that was her cutie mark. She grinned and knocked on the door three times, then waited.
Soon enough the door opened and a stallion with a rough goatee and a dark brown coat. He looked at the mare, narrowing his blue eyes he asked. "An' you are?"
The mare smiled and spoke. "=I believe I sent you a letter some time ago about my visit.=" Her voice was soft and she spoke with a light accent and in a language very few know of. As it turns out, the stallion knew it very well.
His eyes widened and he bowed his head. "=My apologies, Frau Light Cross.=" He apologized, his eyes looking up from where he bowed. She only smiled back and gestured for him to stand. "=I was not expecting you so soon.="
"=Itis quite alright, I was expecting to arrive later in the week. My blimp was ahead of schedule, and that is the reason I am here so early.=" gesturing to the inside, she asked. "=Shall we?=" With that, she brushed past him with a flick of her tail and entered the building. Followed closely by the stallion who cloed the door and locked it.
Once inside, the mare, known as Light Cross, began walking towards a back room which she specifically asked for when she sent the letter. Once she made it to the door, she opened it up to reveal
