[FwM] The Trotting Dead-Mlp without the Kiddy Thread XVI

[TheAmishPirate]

Balboa's Estate

"My apologies for all the uh...ruckus, Mister Shores, hopefully this won't complicate our business together, correct sir?" Balboa questioned with a seemingly fretful expression once they were out of sight and near the entrance.

AIDA would be seen standing by the massive double wide door next to some guards who stood there more still and quiet then the English Queen's Guard, who paid little regard to the weirdness of the clockwork robot, they've seen weirder, Hay Bale lived here after all.

Fresh air. Sweet, merciful fresh air, and not a single mare in sight.

Well, apart from Miss Hay Bale. And the one still clinging to his shoulders. But at least it was an improvement.

"I-I, uh, don't rightly see how a few, um, p-p-p-pretty mares have anythin' t'do with our business." Sandy replied, wiping at his brow.