Getting out of the hospital was a relief in and of itself. Don't get me wrong, I think hospitals are great. You have nice doctors, nice nurses, better medical equipment, and overall better care for a person in need. There are some drawbacks, like bad food and having to wait for the doctors to give you the all clear. Plus, I may have watched one too many horror movies about hospitals.

Anyway, I stepped out of the building of the hospital and was almost blinded by the bright light of the sun. I had to shield my face due to the bright intensity. Once my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I took a good look at my surroundings. was nice to feel the sun and the wind on my face once again. Norm flew right out the closing door and landed on my shoulder.

The hospital, as I noted, was located in the richer part of the city of Stalliongrad. I said it was a rich district because it had a snobby feeling towards it. Large marble buildings what I assumed would past for mansions lined up against one another. They were big like mansions per say. In fact, they looked like the buildings you would see in San Francisco but richer. The streets were once cleaner at one point and a boulevard of trees that lined the streets next to the mansions were now being cut down by the displaced ponies. The hospital itself had a large courtyard with a large iron gate and fence that separated me from the ponies. Speaking of ponies, I could see the survivors of both Ponyville and Stalliongrad making their home here. I guessed that the nobles how had once occupied this place had either left the place when I besieged it, dead or still alive. Either way, it was nice to see ponies going about their day without the care in the world. It almost makes you forget that there was a war going on.

I made my way down the steps of the hospital, carefully moving my legs as to get used to walking again. It went well without incident, and I was able to reach the bottom of the steps as well. I mentally patted myself on the back for a job well done. It was nice to feel the cold wind on my face once again. It was actually pretty nice out today. Might go for a walk when this was all over.

"See, I TOLD you the N'wah can survive." I heard a most familiar voice and heavy boots coming towards me. Bilifulag and Jebrus were coming towards me. Bilifulag had a grin on his face as he and Jebrus came to me. "You now own me five Septims."

"Like hell I am." Jebrus growled glared at Bilifulag. "Be lucky I still don't slit your throat right now." One of his hands reached into the back of his armor and produced a bag of what I assume was the currency Bilifulag was talking about earlier. Why are they using currency, you ask? I have no fucking idea either. Once the Septims reached Bilifuglag's hands, he turned his head and gave me a nod of acknowledgment. "It's good to see your alive and well, human.

"Thanks." I said. I was a little pissed inside that both of them had betted on my death, but I dismissed it entirely. I had more important things to worry about. "So, what are you guys doing here?"

"Escorting you to where Kathuet is." Bilifulag said as he finished counting the bag of Septims. "I want to see what this 'prize' he keeps talking about is."

"It must be really important if he wants me to come." I said. Unless he's captured King Dainn himself, I doubt anything could interest or impress me.

Let me tell you, I was wrong on that.

"Oh, I hope it's another one of those 'soda pops' he raided like last time." Bilifulag said as he licked is lips. "Those were delicious."

"They didn't get me drunk enough." Jebrus scoffed. "I must have downed like fifteen bottles and still haven't gotten drunk enough to fight someone." He then looked at me. "Anyway, we should get going to see what Kathuet has in store. He's waiting by that large bridge that we fought on." He pointed to the northwest. I think I know what type of bridge he was talking about. It was the one they fought on, and the one where a diamond dog knocked me over and knocked me unconscious.

I nodded in understatement. Well, mostly. I would doubt that I would need an escort to get to where Kathuet is. He nodded and motioned for Bilifulag. Bilifulag moved behind me while Jebrus started to walk, singling with his hand to follow him. As soon as I started to follow him, Bilifulag started moving behind me.

As we walked along and followed Jebrus towards the bridge, many of the ponies stopped at what they were doing and looked at me with looks of shock. Everything stopped at once, even the laughter of children (or is it foals in this world?) Hell, even the chirping of birds had stopped, which just seemed logically impossible. The only sound that was constant was the sound of both Bilifulag's and Jebrus's clicking of their armor feet. I was already getting nerves just by the dead silence and the looks of the ponies. From what I could see, it seems like they were surprised that I was still up. Maybe word had spread that I was heavily injured during the battle and they all feared the worse. I could see the shock on their faces, mixed with fear and..... something else I couldn't recognize before.

Just then, I heard the sound of one hand clapping the other. At first, I thought it was a crack of a rifle, but then I realized that the ponies haven't developed that technology yet. I couldn't see who it was, but then another chimed in, then another, then another. Soon, the whole street was filled with ponies clapping and cheering at me, big smiles are thrown at me. "It looks like your famous," Jebrus said from in front of me. I could already guess that as I waved my hands nervously at them, overwhelmed by the praise I was getting. I saw some ponies moving towards me, giving me some handshakes and a pat on the back. Jebrus and Bilifulag looked like they were ready to slice down anyone if they did threaten me. There were a few in the crowd even gave me hugs and such. A mare even gave me a kiss on the cheek and I blushed a little. She told me she lost her parents to Lanius during the massacre, and she was glad that the bastard paid. I gave her my condolences and sympathy. Still, it was perplexing to see ponies praising me after all the shit I did. I thought ponies would be afraid of me for how I am and what I do. Honestly, I didn't think I would get all this praise in just one week.

There was soon a whole crowd coming to see me. Well, not a whole crowd. I assumed that some of them were waiting by the bridge with Kathuet. The one thing I did notice I noticed that there weren't any Dremora helping out the ponies. "Where are the rest of the Dremora?" I asked. I know it was stupid to ask this question. They probably didn't know I was conscious until now.

"They are all probably back at the lower city getting drunk off their arses." Jebrus said bluntly. "Honestly, I could be back at the tavern joining them, but Xucruroth asked us to escort you back to the place."

"Why are the Dremora staying at the lower city?" I asked. While I respect them making a home for themselves, I expected at least some of them patrolling the streets by now.

"We made our home at the lower part of the city some time ago." Jebrus explained to me. "The ponies moved out of the place after the battle was over. Now they live in either the other side of the city or in this prissy shit hole." He gestures to the rich district we were in. "They tend to stay away from us during the takeover." He crossed his arms and gave a grunt. "Not even grateful we saved their arses."

I shrugged. "I guess they have their reasons." I couldn't blame the ponies for staying away from the Dremora during their stay at the city. A demonic host occupying a city does ring some warning bells in these ponies’ minds. I mean, what would you do if a demon army comes into town and tells you they have good intentions while also armed to the teeth with every medieval weapon imagined?

"It's actually a very nice place to live." Bilifulag said in the back. "We even decorated the place with the entrails of our enemies." I didn't know if he was kidding or not.

"Well, look who’s up and about?" A voice rang throughout the district. I saw Katheut and a contingent of his troops marching through the city with a cart full of treasure behind him. My eyes widened at the cart that filled to the brim with gold. Holy crap, that was a lot of gold they had. Just hold long have they raided the towns? I also saw that Kat was currently dragging something by the rope that is attached to its neck. I knew it was a person, but its entire body was covered in a big blanket over his head. I could hear a muffled voice coming from inside the blanket, and I could tell that it was not happy. "To tell you the truth, I didn't think you would be up and about for some time."

I waved to Katheut as he approached me. "You have to thank Xavier for that." I said. "It's like the injuries weren't there to begin with." I looked at the cart full of gold and silver current being pulled by two troops, along with the covered individual he held. "It seems you were busy while I was gone." At this point, a crowd of ponies have formed around us, curious as to what was going on. The rest of his troops stood in a circle around the cart to make sure no pony would steal the riches.

He laughed. "You have no idea. I can't believe how easy we raided several villages without any interference. It's like the caribou have no army at all." He looked at me with a shit eating grin. "But that's not the most important thing I brought back." He gave the rope a tug and the covered thing was pulled close to him. "At first, I wanted to kill this weakling pony the rest of his kind. I then found out how he is and how important he is to these ponies." He gave the sacked pony a slap on the head. He let out a muff of pain. "So, I thought to myself “Why not give him to the rest of the ponies down in Stalliongrad and let them deal with it?" And I did just that."

I nodded but still didn't understand what he was on about. "What's so important about this stallion?" I asked.

He then gave me a menacing grin. "You'll see." He cleared his throat and addressed the crowd before him. "ATTENTION PONIES!" He yelled to get everyone's attention. "A lot of you have lived through Oblivion this past year. You all had to dig for scrap while your masters feasted on the food you so rightfully deserve." I blinked when he started his speech. I never saw him as much of a savior to anyone, and he would never give a rat’s ass about the public. My guess? He's probably enjoying the attention he's giving before the entertainment. "But you all blame one person for ruining your lives. Not Dainn, but someone else that brought you all into this mess. Well, I am here today to tell you that that person is right here." He pointed at the sacked person. "Underneath the large sack, is the enemy you hate the most." I could see some of the ponies are confused at what he was saying, but I also saw some that were glaring daggers at the sack, like they knew what was underneath it. "I captured him when I struck a blow against the caribou, and I thought of sharing my spoils of victory with the whole of you ponies." Everypony seemed happy about this capture and clapping at him. "But first," He raised his hands and spoke out loud. "Let me introduce you to your savior that, despite all odds, had managed to beat back the caribou horde and killed General Lanius. Marcus Asher." He gestured to me and I was immediately meet with a round of applause. Some were even patting me on the back, while some of them gave me hugs with mummers of 'thank you'. "Now that introductions are out of the way, allow me to introduce you to your most 'benevolent' prince." He interrupted while grabbing the sack with both of his hands. "Prince Blueblood." He unraveled his main attraction.

Everyone gasped, but I was still confused as hell as to what was going on.

Standing right in the middle of the circle was a white-coated stallion that seemed to have a medium build on his muscles. There were some dirt and grime on his coat, meaning that he had traveled for days with them. He had a blonde mane and tail that were once groomed at some point in time. Now his mane was messed up with tangles of hair poking out while his tail seemed to almost look like a raccoon died up his asshole. His eyes were shut and he tried to cover his face with his tied-up hands. He opened them after a second and his bright blue eyes went wide at the audience. That wasn't even the most bizarre part of the reveal. He was wearing a two-piece bikini consisting of a top that barely covered his nipples and a thong that looks like it would burst any second with that dick of his.

The entire crowd had stood in silence for what felt like an eternity. I shit you not, I could feel the hate seething from everypony in the audience, all directed towards the one stallion. This 'Blueblood' must have done something very bad to earn their distrust and hatred. Hell, they looked like they were about to maul him.

Then they all pointed and laughed.

Everypony from the town, from the smallest foals to the more older adults pointed and laughed at Blueblood and his ridiculous two-piece bikini. I was also chuckling as well. I mean, when you see a grown stallion wearing a two-piece bikini in the middle of the street, you can't help but just laugh your ass off. I could hear snickering from beside me and I swear that I saw Norm with one of his wings on his beak trying so hard not to laugh. Jebrus and Bilifulag laughed as well at the ridicules scene. Blueblood, for his part, tried to cover himself with his hands over the suit while he face was all red with embarrassment. He almost looked like a tomato for a second.

As if the universe was having a field day, a literal tomato went flying to Blueblood and exploded right in his face. Then another came flying at him and hit him in the chest, then another came flying until about half of the town started throwing tomatoes at him. I guess karma finally caught up to the snob noble for once. He was now literally covered in tomatoes and another assortment of vegetables like cabbage.

I swore that I heard someone scream "MY CABBAGE!"

Blueblood tried to run away from the barrage of flying vegetables, but he ends up slipping on a crushed tomato and landed face first into the ground. The audience only laughed harder than before at his misfortune. Norm finally couldn't take it anymore and started to laugh, his wings on his belly as if he was trying to stop laughing. I even burst out laughing harder than I ever did before. My sides were burning with pain from the injuries still visible after the battle, but it didn't matter right now.

"You!!" A venomous voice called out from among the crowd. Several ponies were pushed aside to reveal a very angry Rarity coming towards Blueblood. Angry was an understatement. It looked like she was possessed by a demon who didn't get his morning coffee and was late for work, getting an earful from Satan himself and sent to do some punishing work as punishment. At least, that was how I described it.

Rarity stomped her way to Blueblood, everyone at once stopped throwing at him. They were afraid of what might transpire, but some looked on with amusement. "R-r-r-rarity!" Blueblood spoke, his voice barely a quiver as he was faced with a glaring white fluffy banshee. "How surprising to-" He didn't finish his sentence when Rarity kicked him right in the nether region.

I hadn't heard such a girly scream like that in ages.

He was now writhing on the floor while Rarity continued kicking him in the stomach. "YOU FUCKING TRATORIOUS CUNT! I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING KILLED YOU THE MOMENT WE MET AT THE GALA!" Rarity was yelling at him with wringing his neck. I was now a little scared of Rarity now. She looked like a demon out of Hell ready to fuck whoever wronged it but not before raping them with his fiery monstrous dick. "I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME AND SWEETIE BELL!" Two Dremora warriors had managed to get Rarity off of Blueblood before she could chock him to death. "I WILL CUT YOUR DICK OFF LIKE A SAUSAGE AND MAKE SCRAMBLE EGGS OUT OF YOUR BALLS AND FORCE FEED THEM TO YOU AS YOUR LAST MEAL!!" Right now, she was squirming under their grip as she was moved away from him. Bon Bon and Applejack soon take her off their hands, but she was still struggling to kill him.

I almost felt sorry for Blueblood........almost.

"Talk all you want," Blueblood started to say, his voice sounding like a typical noble douchbag you would see in video games, including Oblivion and Skyrim. At least a certain fan doesn't exist in this world. "I will make sure that all of you are crucified for this! Your little rebellion will fall eventually, and I will make sure to enjoy killing every single one of you."

"This is more than a rebellion." I finally said back to him, moving forward from the crowd. I stopped some meters near him. "This is a revolution. A revolution in which we are winning, my dude."

Blueblood looked incredulous at me. "And how are you supposed to be? Another filthy freak?" He mocked. Seriously, this guy is a douchbag. It's no wonder everyone hates him. In response to that rude comment, Kathuet punched him right in the stomach. He was forced to kneel on his knees, almost looking like he was bowing before me. After a moment, he started to stagger back up. "You know what, I don't care who you are, freak. I demand that you take me to your leader this instant!"

"Careful, Blueblood." I started to say in a growl. "You don't want to piss off the killer of General Lanius, do you?" I smirked at him, my arms crossed to my chest.

Blueblood finally looks at me with a look of recognition. "You are the one that slewed Lanius?!?!?!" He said in a confused tone. I nodded at him, and he laughed at me. "You??!?! Your nothing but a filthy peasant!" Once again, Kathuet punched him right in the stomach. He knelt over again after receiving the blow. Kathuet was about ready to beat him down again, but I held up my hand, singling him to stop. He nodded and stepped back.

Blueblood got back up again and said "Well, for a leader, you are a little short. If you were a little taller, then I may be able to take you seriously."

"And maybe if you weren't dressed like Lady Gaga, then maybe I would take you seriously." I snappily said. The ponies 'O'oo'ed at my comeback, though I have a feeling they didn't know who Lady Gaga is. "It's like you’re getting ready for your boyfriend, but I doubt that he would be the least of your concerns."

He glared at me with all the hate in his eyes. He clearly hated me now more than ever, even if I didn't order Kathuet to dress him up. Speaking of which, I'll have to talk to him about where he got it from. "You think you won this little victory, don't you?" He growled at me. "Your little resistance will come to an end much sooner. Dainn's three sons have returned from the front to face you and your cowardly army." Did Dainn have sons? I didn't know that. "You'll all be killed before the next day dawns. Mark my words. YOU WILL ALL BE SLAUGHTERED FOR DEFINING OUR GREAT KING'S LAWS! YOUR SONS WILL BE HANGED, YOUR DAUGHTERS AND WIVES WILL BE FUCKED OVER AND OVER AGAIN BY OUR TROOPS AND THOSE STALLIONS WHO RESIST THE AUTHORITY WILL BE HUNG OR CRUIXFIED! YOU WILL AL-" Before he could finish his sentence, a rock flew through the crowd and hit Blueblood in the face, knocking him down. The ponies were pissed off now. The crowd was starting to get lively, every single one of them were asking for Blueblood's death. Panic swept as the Dremora raised their shields in preparation for a conflict. I checked over him to see if he was ok. He was bleeding a little bit, but he was ok for the most part. Thankfully, it wasn't a big rock.

"ENOUGH!" Storm Strider shouted loud enough or everyone to hear her. The crowd behind me parted ways as she strolled on up to me and Blueblood. The two Dremora in her way blocked her entrance with their shields. I said "Let her pass." The Dremora obeyed the order and moved out of the way to let her past. I backed up a little bit to give her some room. She squatted down to Blueblood, her eyes flaring with intensity and fire that I had not seen before since I met her. "You deserve to die for what you did." She simply said through gritted teeth. "You sold us out to King Dainn when he breached our walls and took our people as slaves. Not only that, you created an organization that hunted down any hopes of freedom. Your worse than scum in my eyes. You're a monster." She spat in his blood covered face. "If it were up to me, I would see you hanging from a cross while I skin you alive and gut you like the animal you are." Jesus, this lady got some beef with Blueblood. Then again, I don't blame her. "But that's not my position." She said while she stood up. She then looked at the crowd. "He deserves to die, but we won't do that. If we start killing our own, then we'll be no better than the caribou. Besides," She looked down at Blueblood. "That's for the Princesses to decide."

Blueblood soon started wheezing a laugh. "You are a bunch of fucking fools. There is no way you can free my Aunt's from the king's grasp. You would have to assault Canterlot to get them back, and you would all die trying." He looked up at Storm and gave her a malicious grin. "You will all fail, no matter what you'll do. And when Dainn crushes your little resistance, I will personally use you as my fuck whore, like the last resistance leader."

I could see her eyes going wide at the mention of the last resistance leader. "Wild Flower is still alive?!?!?!?" She gasped. I am assuming that she knows her. And Wild Flower? Really? Have these ponies got any creativity with names?

Wait, don't answer. Of course, they don't.

"That's right." He said as his grin slowly started to widen. "She is still alive, but now she's nothing more than a whore for me and my men. When I'm through with you, you'll be joining her really soon."

Now at this point, I was quite familiar with magic auras and such. I won't get into all the babble about how they work, but let's just say they are kind of like power levels in Dragon Ball Z. Storm Strider's power level was at an all-time high. I didn't think it was possible with a non-unicorn pony. It didn't help that Blue Jerk was laughing at her and telling her how much cocks Wild Flower could fit in. It was like she was ready to burst any moment and kill Blue Pussy right now, regardless of what she said before.

"That may be true." I started to defuse the situation before it could get bloody. Both eyes were turned to me. "I know you said that this revolution is doomed to fail," I said to Blue Fuck. "but let me tell you something, Blue Balls." I turned to address the audience. "These guys here," I shouted as I pointed to Katheut and his cohorts. "they are called the Dremora. They are part of a being known as a Daedra. The Daedra are gods in a sense, but some of them are complete assholes." I turned to Kathuet and my two bodyguards. "No offense," I whispered to him. He held up his hand, mentally telling me that its all good. "These Daedra work for a god called Mehrunes Dagon. Let me tell you, he was one big ugly son of a bitch He was as tall as a skyscraper and nastier than a crocodile." I continued my story. "Luckily, I swiped that motherfucker with nothing but my bare hands." That one was true. In one of my playthroughs of Oblivion, I thought it would be funny to use only my fist as my weapons. It was hard at first, but that's nothing that some mods can fix. "Now, they work for me. These Dremroa are more nastier than Dagon. You could say that they are a part of him. They know a thing or two about war, and they show no mercy to anyone. Especially you." I pointed at Blue Butt. "You've already seen that when we faced off against Lanius's forces. Plus, I got a trick or two up my sleeve as well, in case you haven't noticed." I didn't feel good lying to the whole pony population about the whole dragon incident. They will try to figure it out at some point, especially since said dragon was now loose in Equestria doing god knows what. I only hope that Sloth's scouts would find where the dragon went before it did anything horrible. "My point being, you and King Dainn are going to lose, and I'll make sure his royal ass would be smacked." The entire crowd burst into cheers for me. I look around and I see the faces of ponies who are pinning their hopes on me.

I smiled a little at the entire display, but I suddenly feel like the entire weight of the world is now on my shoulder, and I don't like it.

"You two, throw Blueblood down in the dungeon with the rest of the traitors." I heard Storm Strider called out orders to someone. I see two resistance members with their royal armor on grabbing Blue Prick and dragging him away from the scene. "Hopefully we could use him as a bargaining chip in the future should things go sideways."

"Is he really that important?" I asked. The crowd parted ways for the soldiers. Blue Cuck was curing like there was no tomorrow, including at the crowd gathered before him. He ranted about how he was going to kill them all and take all their women as his own slaves and such. You know, usually bad guy routine. The crowd in front of him weren't having any of it, and decide to throw whatever fruits and vegetables they had at him, while some opted to just spit on him.

"Rumor has it Dainn is going to make him a 'jarl', whatever that means, to this land. Plus, he's the leader of the Solar Inquisition, an organization that tracks down escaped slaves and other dissidents who go against his rule. They know no mercy, and they never give any." She said the last sentence with anger in her voice, like she has seen what they had done first hand.

There was silence between us as the crowd dispersed when Blueblood and the other soldiers disappeared out of sight, with the exception of Rarity, Applejack, Lyra and Bon Bon and Kathuet and his men. The ponies went about their daily lives like this whole thing didn't happen. Some even shook my hand and gave me a pat on the back as a sign of a job well done. Once the crowd disappeared, I started to ask a question that was probing the back of my mind. "Did you know Wild Flower?" She turned to me with a glaring expression on her face. "I mean, if you don't want to talk about her, that's fine." I quickly said as I stared away from her glaring expression. Jesus, the look on her face was terrifying, even if you faced down an entire army, one rampaging dragon, and a mean looking diamond dog. "It's not like I-"

"No." She sighed as her expression returned to normal. "You have a right to ask. Sorry if I scared you." She looked up at the bright blue sky. "Wild Flower was part of Celestia's Royal Guard before the Fall. When the caribou invaded and captured Canterlot, she escaped and tried to rally the remaining loyal troops to take back the city. As you could guess, it didn't go so well." Her expression turned to sadness. "We routed when Dainn's sons joined the battle. We couldn't find our leader anywhere, though we long assumed she died during the battle. We were very close once. I was part of the battle to retake the city. She was beside me during the battle and...." She trailed off as she bite her lip, tears almost forming in her eyes. Wild Flower and her must have been really close.

I decided to spare myself a tear-jerking explanation. "If you don't feel like telling me, I'm not going to force you." I said. I don't want the leader of the rebelling breaking down in front of me. It would feel......weird.

She shook her head and wiped away the tears that were about to form. "Your right." She sniffed. "It's a bad memory, and I don't wish to revisit it anytime soon." At least she isn't going to cry. "Anyway." She turned to me. "I should go back to the castle. I need to talk to some of the other resistance leaders."

"Others have joined us already?" I turned to her and asked the question. Did word of my victory spread that quickly? I mentally slapped myself in the head when I asked the question. Of course, it did! I was unconscious for three days. Word must have gotten around sooner or later.

"Word of your victory over Lanius had drawn the other remaining resistance leaders out of hiding. They all came here just to see you." She lightly punched me in the left arm and smiled. "We're starting to form an actual resistance, and you’re the one that's holding it together." I smiled back at her. I was freaking out on the inside, truth be told, but it was nice to see her smile for one. "Swing by the castle to meet them when you have the chance. See you later." She then turned around before leaving me along with the rest of the gang.

"Nice speech I gave, right?" He said to me. I got to admit, despite him being a literal demon from another dimension and/or world, he gave a pretty nice speech.

"Yeah, it was nice." I commented. "Didn't think you cared for anyone. By the way, why did you put him in a bikini?"

"Don't ask too many questions." He answered before jumping off of the wagon and planted his feet on the ground. "Besides, do you really care about something like that?" I tried to answer his question, but he interrupted me. "That's not important right now. We just sacked a rich village for all its worth and were heading back to the poor district to celebrate. Your welcome to tag along, boss."

"I could go for some ale right now." Jebrus said. "Let's hope their ale doesn't suck as much."

"I want to have more of those 'sodas'." Bilifulag commented. "Especially the cherry kind."

Jebrus turned to his partner. "I don't like those 'sodas'. If I see one more, I swear by Mehrunes Dagon that I will burn those colored monstrosities until there is no more left."

"We should be getting back too." Bon Bon said as she looked at the shaken-up Rarity. "We've been sleeping in the hospital for three days," She lifted one of her arms and sniffed, before her nuzzle was scrunched up. "Celestia, it smells horrible." Wait, did both Bon Bon and Lyra literally stayed at the hospital for three days while I was unconscious. "We'll see you later." She waved goodbye and both she and Lyra were off before I could even question them.

"We should be going too." Applejack said as she was still holding Rarity. By now, she was still cursing in the direction where Blue Shit is going. Rarity must really hate him. Applejack then looked at Kathuet. "Thanks for bringing that bastard to us." He grinned and nodded. She then looked at me with a smile. "It's good to see you well again." She then walked away while dragging a yelling mare back to where ever they stayed at.

"Now that all the tear-jerking is out of the way," Katheut said as he stood by my side. "we should go back to our place before the ale runs out." I nodded in agreement with him. I do need a little bit of rest after all the craziness the past couple of weeks. He whistled and two of Kathuet's troops started pulled the wagon from the front, grunting and cursing in Daedric as the pulled on. I walked alongside the cart while Kathuet was behind me. As we passed the streets carrying the loot, I couldn't help but see the ponies going about their day with a smile on their faces. I'm guessing seeing Blue Balls being humiliated must have raised their morale a bit.

I couldn't help but think that I did some good today. Still, why did Lyra and Bon Bon stayed at the hospital for me? I guess I'll never know now.