Sea

"Ah, my boy! You're back! Do you have anything good for me?"

The colt walked into the room. It was a small, sturdy place, with walls carved out of red rock and a ceiling supported by a few rotting wooden beams. Torch sconces sat on the walls, providing a bit of light. A thin hole in the ceiling acted as a chimney, taking the smoke and soot to places elsewhere. A single planked, windowless wooden door was the only entrance or exit. There was a firepit in the corner, surrounded by large logs. A number of ponies sat upon these; the most prominent was a large stallion, covered in soot and grease but with a smile on his face.

The colt smirked, opening his saddlebag. A large amount of silver and gold cups, plates, and utensils fell onto the ground, accompanied by several dozen coins. "Snuck right in and out. He didn't suspect a thing."

"Wonderful!" the stallion said, standing up. "And do you have what I asked you to get?"

"Right here," the colt said, tossing a small scroll over to the stallion. "Some military ship's going to be coming into the dock soon," the colt said as he found a seat along the wall. "Supposed to be carrying something valuable."

The stallion turned his head to look at the colt. "And what, pray tell, may that be?"

The colt shrugged. "It must've slipped my mind," he said as a small smirk grew on his face. "Maybe, oh, a Sol would refresh my memory?"

The stallion grumbled, digging through his coat pockets until he found a large silver coin. "Take your damn money," he said, tossing it to the colt.

"Ah! I think I remember now," he said as he pocketed the coin. "It's something along the lines of, oh, the Prophet."

The stallion's face dropped. "Are you mad, boy?"

"And I have just the plan to catch 'im." He flashed a grin. "Come on. Let's go down to the pier. I'll show you there."