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[Zearoth]

Tarus nods to him."That should be all I need to know."He says as he leads the pony through the winding maze of passages within the cave. Soon he nears the fort, saluting a couple stationed guards as he walks inside.

[jaxler]

"Might I ask a few things, my good stallion?"

[Zearoth]

Tarus slows his pace and against looks to Moral, giving a nod in reply."Go on."

[jaxler]

Moral nods. "Might I ask your name, where am I, who is this princess, why did you break into my cave, and can I have a bigger room then the rest of these sods?"

[Zearoth]

Tarus stops and turns around before answering each question respectfully."As I said, I am Tarus Dawning. You're in a fort that was made out of what's left of former Equestria. The one I speak of is Princess Celestia. She helped create this realm and helped it's people until her tragic passing over two hundred and fifty years ago. We didn't break into your cave. We merely explored the caves around our fort because we needed to make sure they were cleared of and defended from any threats that could put out fort and it's ponies in danger. There were no posted addresses, marks that it was property therefor we weren't breaking it, since we didn't know it was owned."Tarus takes a moment to draw in a little air."And as for your last question. We are all in the same boat, no pony is getting a bigger room unless they need it for family, I'm sorry. Any more questions?"

[jaxler]

Moral sighed harshly and rolled his eyes. "Okay then, though I must admit I am not pleased at all my this."

[Zearoth]

"Well we aren't in any shape to support the ponies that have already come, really. This is a place for the refugees to gather and attempt to rebuild what was lost these past two hundred and fifty years. Pleasure is not a necessity, Decay. It is a commodity. A commodity we simply can not afford to give."Tarus retorts. He understood full well what they had and what they didn't, and would try to make sure anypony here would see that as well...

[jaxler]

Moral rolls his eyes. "fine again, but i will need to talk with who ever runs this place. I as i'm sure you well know, am a pyromancer and wish to stay in practice!"

[Zearoth]

"I cannot guarantee that you'll be allowed to practice such a powerful magic. But I will let Captain Surefire know you seek an audience with you."He says before walking over to a stack of papers. Taking a quill in hoof, he writes down some information.

[jaxler]

"what are you writing?" asked the pony, clearly slightly mad.

[Zearoth]

"I'm writing up your dossier for Surefire."Tarus says, not even looking away from the paper."Grand master of Pyromancy... Lived in cave... Done."Tarus sets the quill down, blowing out onto the paper a little to dry the ink.

[jaxler]

"might i see it?" he asks, clearly more angry.

[Zearoth]

Tarus gives a nod and holds the paper out to Moral."Double check the information and make sure it's correct."

[jaxler]

"Oh, your probably going want to want to right down my sanity deficit disorder." he says with the utmost seriousness. "am I clear, also there is nothing in here about my dashing looks and my fashion sense. Also you neglected to include my title and my high intellect." The pony says, raising his chin in pride, and in doing so knocking off his hat. "GOD DAMNIT, THAT LIGHT!" The unicorn places a hoof over his eyes.

[Zearoth]

Tarus nods to Moral and starts writing down information about the disorder. Even if it did sound off, so was this pony... Though, he just stared on, or even rolled his eyes as Moral continued. Making sure to keep the tacky behavior hidden from him. Having finished, Tarus turns around and places Moral's hat back on his head."Those things aren't necesarry for the dossier. Surefire will... Clearly, see those when he sees you. And you can give your full title and speak to him of your intellect as well."