“Nah, no need. It’s nothing to worry about, just an errand for the captain of Outpost Five. I’m getting two hundred bits just to drop off a package to the sheriff.”
>”Oh, okay. Well, good for you. I wish I could get two hundred bucks for walking across town.”
>As Soul returns to the group you go to leave before changing your mind
“Soul, wait. I need Hollow.”
>The stallion smiles, “yes, sir.”
>You ignore the stallion’s implication and patiently wait for your sleepy marefriend to join you
>”What’s up?” she yawns, “Soul said you needed to speak in private?”
>You roll your eyes at the stallion’s antics and simultaneously realize that Hollow’s mannerisms may be wearing off on you before answering
“I’m taking care of something important and I may need your ears.”
>You face your subordinate and speak seriously
“This isn’t for Steady Stride, okay? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want."
>Hollow looks at you with worry, “Ardie, I don’t care about Steady Stride; I’m here for you. If it’s something you need, just ask.”
“I just want to make sure you know this isn’t strictly work related, but it’s not personal either. I need your skills for this.”
>Hollow raises an eyebrow, “oh, okay? Anything I should know?”
“Right now? Just that I’m meeting the sheriff to drop off a package from Outpost Five.”
>Hollow’s worried express quickly becomes stern, reminding you a little of Silver’s rapidly shifting mannerisms
>”Whatever you need, I’ll do. Just show the way.”
>The two of you trot your way to the sheriff’s office
>On the way you notice ponies take down posters for the recent sheriff election
>’Truth, Justice, and the End of Corruption: Vote Brass Tacks’ joins the portrait of a grim faced mustached earth pony stallion
>A poster of a smiling pink maned earth pony mare with the caption ‘Family, Kindness, Harmony’ lies torn in the streets opposite the first
>As you walk through the small desert town you occasionally notice ponies staring at you, their reactions ranging from the extremes of fear to reverence
>But most just glance over you with disinterest, as you are used to
>Eventually the sheriff’s office, a pale tan structure in the Pueblo style common to southern Equestria with two small chimneys, comes into view
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