“I still have business to maintain against other... beliefs, and I can’t exactly let you go freely either, bad for business and all, so how about this, a contract? To either guarantee something beyond death or something… negotiable.”
Designed with purpose in mind, Canterlot once started as a castle, through time, expanded into a city with a palace as its centerpiece, a design flaw with consequences for it bear.
The forest was quite, everything is still, but their is a massage within the woods, and it is only a matter of time until the search for what is asked would arrives.