Tales from the Rift

"I must admit, you guys might be the most heartless people I've ever met, and considering my profession, that's usually a compliment." Vlad said.

After that tale, the strange pony proceeded to observe the remaining guests he hadn't told stories too; A pony in what appeared to be a baseball uniform, a delivery pony, and a griffin and a pony in archeological uniforms. For a while, he looked at the four creatures, until deciding on the baseball pony.

"I take it by your suit your a baseball fan." He inquired.

"Not exactly." The pony said, "I'm actually supposed to be at a game tomorrow, and it's the final game of the season, if the storm lets up I should of plenty of time to set up my plan to win."

"Well, I think you should consider this storm a blessing." Vlad said, narrowing his eyes, "especially when considering your 'plan' involves a little something for a member of your rival team..."