>>479724She laughs. "This job is pretty cushy."
>>479725You slowly work your way through the cobblestone room when – by light of the lantern – you see a HUGE skeleton. It rears up to slash you wish its enormous sword!
>>479727She nods and you head in. This place is packed, though most tightly around four places in the room: booths for each of the elemental groups. Ponies walk freely between them, of course, but most are busy chatting or exchanging documents. There's a refreshment table at the far end of the hall. A pony walks up on stage in the middle.
"We'll be having our summoning in a few minutes, at that time, please give your attention to the stage."
Not many ponies were paying attention, but those that were don't seem too concerned, it seems everyone here is expecting it. Indeed, HP confirms this when she remarks,
"Whew! We're not too late! Wanna look around?"
>>479730You head down to the market and find a cartographer's booth.
>>479732Cast Iron sounds a little surprised. "Ha, this must be a luxury dressing room or something. I've never seen one that has a bed in it before. Wow, that looks comfy. I guess this is for long term performers, and I was always a free agent. Man, they get locks on their doors? I wish I got this kind of treatment!"
>>479733"Oh? Go on, if it's a good tale."
>>479735They're most famous as the Empress – or Emperor – 's royal elite guard. With no ties to the local political scene, they were used with excruciating precision to put down rebellions and turn wars throughout the Empire. They were traditionally all northern ponies – crystalline. Today, of course, they're mostly ornamental.
>>479739You remember her mentioning a massage parlor and ask around town until you find one where they say she's in the back room.