The Oak lodge server breakfast everymorning, so Head Hunter found himself eating a plate full of pancakes early in the morning after the death of Valley Breeze. Raven Holm was not up yet, in fact the staff only recently switched from the night staff to day staff. So Head Hunter sat with his pancakes in the what we might call a 'lodge' or 'dinning area' of the hotel. He was able to get a surprising amount of information about Manehattan from the waitress who was serving him breakfast.
"So, uh, how many of the... people like myself are in town right now?" Head Hunter asked her.
"Oh, right now? I would say maybe fifteen or twenty. They come and go. In big cities we see a lot of different people, though you elf and human and dwarf guys did start until a few weeks ago. But like I said, we see a lot of people, and we are use to it." She said. The waitress was a young mare, about the human eqivilent of twenty five, had pink fur and a white mane. Her mark was that of a dish with cake on it, suggesting that her main purpose in life was to either cook desserts or serve them. Her voice was very light as well. Imagine a pony version of a 1950s waitress.
"Is there any good pawn shops around here? I went to the Golden Eye Pawnshop, but I felt cheated." Head Hunter already knew where to find the best restaurant, the docks, and very park in town; his waitress was like a verbal map.
"Well, most of the newcomers go to the shop a block down the street, the Exquisite Trinketry, so that might be the best. I don't pawn much. Is that all you need right know sugar? I have a few other thing to do this morning you know." Head Hunter nodded and thanked her, and she trotted back into the kitchen.
At that moment, Raven Holm came down from their room. He spotted Head Hunter and walked over to sit at the same table. Head Hunter proceeded to inform him with all the information he gathered.
"You gathered a lot of intel very fast my friend! So, what is our next move? Who is the next target?" Raven Holm seemed to be excited by his work, which was something Head Hunter did not understand.
"Why are you so eager to kill? You took on this job without second thought.i thought Ponies had problems with death, and they mourned everyone, even people they barley knew or did not even know at all!" Head Hunter replied after he finished his meal.
"Well my friend, you could say I have a troubling past... Where is the waitress my friend? I hunger for pancakes, hm hm!" Raven Holm looked around the room, but could only see the two other customers, who had also just arrived downstairs.
"She just went back into the kitchen. She should be back soon. Anyways, how did you get into the party anyways? I kind of want to know that at least." Head Hunter pretended to look off into the distance, but he was really studying the other ponies in the room in his peripheral vision.
"It was easy, really, my friend. They did not use invitations or a guest list. They just wanted a password. A listen to three ponies before I went in myself. One for the password, second on for confirmation, and a third one to play it safe. It was an obvious password anyways: King's Crown. Most of the guests were either small time supporters of the rebellion, or else they were looking into supporting the rebellion." Raven Holm saw that the waitress pony had emerged from the kitchen again, and was taking orders from the other tables.
"Well, you stay here and eat, I have somthing I have to check out that doesn't require two people- er a person AND a pony." With that, Head Hunter for up from his seat, and left to check out the pawnshop.
It wasn't very far from the Oak Lodge. Inside there was pony wearing glasses and a strange hat. He must be the owner. All around the store there were dozens of items that where not from this world of ponies. He notices several Mann Co items, and a few block shaped items that Head Hunter guess came from Steve's world. He saw weapons and armor and equipment and scrolls, almost anything you can imagine he saw in that store. What caught his eye, however, was a piece of stone with strange symbols on it. The symbols almost seemed to glow blue. He picked it up and carried it over to the pawnshop owner.
"What it is?" Was all that Head Hunter said.
"Ah! That was sold to me by a creature called a Wood Elf from a land called 'Skyrim!' She told me it was a fragment of a 'Word Wall.' She said that it would hold great power for those who knew how to unlock it." The pawnshop owner replied.
"Skyrim, eh? I will give you 100 bits for it." Head Hunter reached into his pocket to get the coins.
"One Hundred? I has expecting more than 50 for it!" The pawnshop pony seemed to be very surprised.
"In that case, I will give you 200, and if any more items like this come into your possession, you will ship them to Princess Luna in Canterlot." Head Hunter placed the coins on the table.
"Sounds like a deal to me! No questions asked!" The Pony happily took the money and made a note of the arrangement in his notepad.
Head Hunter the walked back to the hotel, studying the piece of rock.
This is from Skyrim? Garvel will know what to do with it. I better send this his way. Hmmm... I also better right them a letter... And maybe send them some coin... I wonder if Engi can ship a dispenser?
So, as you may have noticed, I edited my last chapter. This is simply because I got some feedback in which made me realize my mistakes, such as periods of time missing, and explanations needed when there were none.
Also, 'The Anonymous,' I will take your OC, as I will use all I can get. (By the way, you have troll timing) however, when you say that the your OC 'wears the mask he is always wearing,' I assume you refer to Guy Fawks? It is ok, Time Magazine named him 'Person of the Year,' but they didn't even know his name! By the way, he is an Anarchist, and the his freedom is the exact opposite of true American Freedom. And for you non-Americans, just still know that Guy Fawks is a terrible person. Thank you. (I will still use the OC though!)