yeah, I wonder about that too.
The brown earth pony continued to sell his desserts. It was very nice out today. The dim gloom complemented the lanterns and torches very nicely. The tines of the pitchforks practically gleamed as the people surrounded
Castaras, accusing him of being suspicious. People were making this town safer, and he was glad. After all, safe people were hungry people, and hungry people bought cake!
The yellow pants were not happy about this at all. It seems that the paranoia in town had reached an all-time high. Someone was being lynched today because a single pony said so. Such mentality was dangerous.