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// Chapter 32 
// Story: One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon 
// by Tartarusbound 
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	“I’m serious. This town is weird,” Thunderstruck repeated.

Nighteyes grunted in acknowledgement, checking the next corner for possible sentries. The medical building (and five other buildings mistakenly checked earlier) were a real challenge, requiring a number of knockouts, a few hogtied locals, and a rousing game or two of “interrogation charades”.

“Did you feel that bed?” Thunderstruck asked, “Did you see that armor?”

“Can we fly now and discuss this later?” Canary asked, darting between shadows to avoid the eerily lit streets. Seriously, who was out that late?

“…Fine”

A half-dozen pegasi suddenly took to the air.