After she left, I set about going through the books I had gotten from the ruin. Turns out a majority of them were worthless to me. The ones that weren't damaged in some way were all manifests of some sort, in the end I only came out with three actual spellbooks. Two of which were the ones I picked off of the top of the pile from the start. So my actions had been almost completely unprofitable towards my repertoire.

Had a bunch of books to catalog and shelve, at least.

The first one was-

Spirit Technique Of the Lunar Sister

Of course I immediately tried to learn it, but it informed me I needed an INT of 20. So against my better instincts, I poured 11 of my points into INT. Trying again, this new message popped up.

A Skill Has Been Learned From A Skill Book

Spirit Technique Of the Lunar Sister(active&passive) LV 1 EXP: 0.00%
A basic inner Mana technique developed by the Sister of the Moon. It purifies Mana and allows the user to store it within their Mana center, enabling the user to freely manipulate the power.

After the development of the inner Mana techniques, Ponies have become able to overcome the limits of the Equine species.

The increase amount depends on the amount of inner Mana. Inner Mana level (MP) permanently increases from inner Mana training.

Passively increases STR by 10%.

Passively increases DEX by 10%.

Passively increases VIT by 10%.

Passively increases INT by 10%.

Passively increases WIS by 10%.

Additional 30% increase in STR when active.

Additional 30% increase in DEX when active.

Able to use Mana Strike when active

That... that was almost exactly like another one of The Gamers almost starting skills. One of the Chunbu skills. Was the parallel important? Or was it just coincidence? The next book didn't give me any problems, immediately allowing me to learn it.

Solar Meditation(active) LV 1 EXP: 0.00%
A method to regain used up Inner Mana and recovers it quite rapidly. Additional 30 MP gain per minute when activated. External shock may break Mana meditation and cause you to fall into a state of Mana Confusion.

(Solar Meditation) will recover an additional 40 MP per minute if performed in sunlight.

They were the exact same damn skills! They just changed the name, and changed 'ki' to 'mana'. Seriously, how lazy can you be? Of course the fact that the solar one gave additional benefits for being in sunlight was... weird, I guess. The last book in the trio was a brown covered book, with three stars inlaid in the cover. It was a shame that it had to be destroyed.

Starswirls Shortcoming(passive) LV 1 EXP: 0.00%

Basic mana technique developed by Starswirl himself. Starswirls Shortcoming is based off observing the Earth Pony form in comparison to his own Unicorn physiology. Makes the body strong and increases the body's defense power.

Increases STR by 10%.
Increases DEX by 10%.
Increases VIT by 10%.
Increases VIT recovery rate by 10%.
Increases stamina recovery rate by 10%.

That... again, it sounded stupidly familiar to what the other skills were called. If the 'game' or whatever was 'in charge' -I sure hope there was someone watching over me, didn't just leave me to rot in Ponyville.- wanted to shove these skills down my throat, why not at least let them stay the same?

I had the same skills being called two different things in my head, it was kinda confusing to keep straight.

Absorbing skill books... it was weird. It wasn't like I read them and their contents, it was like I wrote them myself. I could remember each word being written down, smell the ink as quill touched the paper, remember my emotions and what I was feeling as I wrote it all down. I understood immediately exactly how each of the spells were supposed to work... but then it faded.

The feelings I had as I was absorbing them slowly faded dying down into a dull feeling. I could remember, but once again they were just books that had been written by someone else. So, weird feeling. It was like someone flashed an incredible wealth of knowledge in front of my eyes, and I blinked.

I now had a better understanding of mana though, My stats weren't the only thing that was passively altered by the consumption of these books. I could probably end up activating them without even saying the activation phrases... better not to push it. I'd stick with verbal mutterings for now, at least at the start.

These were actually an incredible find, so early on. They would boost my abilities far beyond what I was normally possible of doing, allowing me to level up that much faster. I was only a level 6 after all.

"ID Create," I said for what seemed like the hundredth time since the mayor mare named Mayor Mare who is a mayor and is not a mare left.

I followed that with a quick "ID Escape", slowly creeping my way up to level two. The sooner I could get to a level that allowed me access to the time warping ID, the sooner I could begin grinding in earnest. Till that point, I'd be crawling along at a glacial pace.

"ID Create."

62%

"ID Escape. ID Create."

75%

"ID Escape. ID Create."

90%

Alright, so I skipped a bunch of them, but it's not like we should dwell on that, right? I would have thought it would have leveled up earlier. So tedious.

"ID Create."

You gained 1 skill level

ID Create (active) LV 2 EXP: 1.02%
Used to create instant dungeons.
Stronger instant dungeons may be created at higher levels.
Currently available ID list:
1. Empty ID- monsters: none.
2. Timberwolf ID- monsters: timberwolves.
3. Zombie ID- monsters: zombies.
4. Combined ID- monsters: timberwolves, zombies.

I... what? Why the hell was 'timberwolves' on the list? It should have been zombies and ghosts, we never got to see it in the manga but it still should have been there!

To say I felt cheated was an understatement.

"ID Escape, Timberwolf ID," I said on a whim. I found the world melting around myself, slowly coming back into focus as it reformed itself as to my request. I was still inside the library, but it had subtly changed around me. Instead of the uncleaned building I had found myself in, it appeared to have a 'ruins' filter overlaid over everything. There were cobwebs over everything, and even the light itself seemed a little bit darker, a little bit bleaker.

Everything looked damaged, even the window I was standing in front of was shattered beyond anything someone like I could possibly fix. Thank goodness this was an ID thingy, I like having windows I can close.

I gave the edge of the window a shove, wincing as the rotted wood splintered and sent the window shattering off of its hinges. Judging by the distant howls I heard out of the gaping hole, this was obviously a bad, bad idea.

Hax let out a low whine, reminding me that he had come along for the ride.

"Don't worry little guy," I tried to assure him, "I just wanna look around for a couple minutes, see if I can't find another lone wolf. See if I can't get you a little brother... and speak of the devil," I ended, looking out the window. Prowling outside the front door and trying to find a way in was just what I had asked for. "Am I lucky? Or am I just lucky. Hax, can you do something for me?"

Hax cocked his head to the side, giving me a look that said 'what".

"Can you activate one of your abilities for me? I want you to 'root' that doggy out there," I said, pointing at the increasingly agitated timberwolf. It sounded like it was trying to dig through the half destroyed door.

Hax dug his claws into my shoulder, leaning to better look off over the lip of the window. He let out a little 'arf!' and looked like he was straining for a couple seconds. A panicked whine sounded from below, and when I looked back out I could see an almost web of growth reaching up to encircle the lone timberwolfs' legs.

"Good job boy," I said, reaching up to give him a brief ear scratch. I had to be quick, from what I remembered the root skill wouldn't last long. I half hopped out of the window, trusting that the two story jump wouldn't hurt me too badly due to 'Gamers Body'. Thankfully I wasn't wrong in my suspicions. Only twelve damage.

"Monster trap!" I called out, grasping the slightly glowing window that suddenly appeared in front of me. I suppose I had to use it exactly like I had with my inventory to catch Hax...

I whipped it down over the timberwolf's head, smiling in anticipation. That was so fucking easy! This was a guaranteed thing, in the bag! The wolf was actually sucked into the window, and it began to shake in my hands. The fuck was it doing? I already caught it, if I had failed It wouldn't have sucked it up or-

A glowing red X appeared on the side of the window facing me, before the entire fucking thing exploded.

I got blown backwards, Hax landing on my face as I came to a rest in a crumpled heap.

"raff..." Hax let out with a slight whine.

"Fuck... you can say that again," I wheezed out, checking my status and surroundings.

I had taken an additional thirty damage from whatever the hell that was, and Hax had taken a single ten. Lucky bastard. The timberwolf was nowhere to be seen, regardless of how hard I looked. Hanging in the air in front of me was a new window.

Monster Trap Failed!
Backlash!: 40 Damage
Timberwolf: Dispelled
Acquired item: Damaged Timberwolf Soul Gem

"Screw it, I can look at that later," I claimed, quickly making my way to me feet. A quick check assured me I made no EXP from that, even though it apparently destroyed it. So the attempt itself destroyed it? How did that affect all monsters? It's not like I could reliably depend on defeating timberwolves like this, if anything this was abjectly a bad thing. I may have gotten an item out of it, but that in itself wasn't a guaranteed thing.

I got backlash? Because the skill failed? Shit, I should have checked its level beforehand, if it was lower than mine I would have gotten the +5% bonus... or maybe that had been added to the attempt anyway, and I still fucked it up. Regardless, next time I needed to start off with an 'observe'. Stupid, so fucking stupid.

I heard a series of echoing howls, and twisted my head to look. I couldn't see any enemies in the street, but they didn't sound all that far off. I was already down forty health, I didn't want to tangle with a group of enemies with only Hax to fight alongside me in a situation like this. We were both woefully under-prepared for a real fight right off the bat, I had definitely been hoping I could just go out and nab another timberwolf.

Looks like he wouldn't get a new brother any time soon. Or maybe I'd just have to wait until next time, we might get lucky.

"Escape I-" I started, before a thought struck me. I didn't want to pop back into reality out in front of the tree-house, wasn't even sure if I would but it didn't hurt to stack the deck. I hurriedly clamped my lips shut, Looking back at the sagging tree.

I really shouldn't have just jumped out the window. That was extremely stupid of me. The doorway was almost completely blocked off, even with all the progress the timberwolf had made with its wild digging at it.

I poked at it for a couple seconds, making little headway. I peered back up towards the window, quickly ascertaining that I wasn't going to be able to climb back up easily.

"Screw it, Escape ID," I stated, twitching as reality superimposed itself over the rotting facade it had worn seconds previously. It was really an uncomfortable sensation, even knowing that it had been a fake version of the world I found myself in. Reminded me of that one Lemony Snicket commercial. The one movie with Tim Carey. Love that guy.

"Agh!" an outburst of surprise sounded from behind me, and I whipped around to identify the source.

Fuck.

I had apparently popped back into existence right in front of the three girls I had found earlier.

"Apologies, still getting the hang of that," I lied, turning around to face them head on. "You'd be surprised how hard it is to keep orientation straight when teleporting. So, something you girls needed? Or were you just coming by to check out a book? Don't know if you've heard or not, but you are now looking at the new librarian of Ponyville," I said with false enthusiasm, striking a pose and wiping a piece of imaginary lint off of my shoulder. The one Hax wasn't perched on, of course.

You might view this as unnecessary. You might be right. But it seemed to do the trick. All three of them each gave me a stereotypical 'Ooooh' and even an 'Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh'.

"So yer gonna be stayin'?" Applebloom asked, not quite a tone of elation in her voice, but at least it wasn't as unenthusiastic as 'bored'.

"Yes indeed, little lady," I confirmed, mentally wincing as their expressions didn't change from their normal 'happy child' norm. Why the hell were they here, anyway? "As per the agreement I signed, I now have indeterminate residency. If I read the papers correctly, I can actually even buy the library if I manage to scrape together the required money. Its a bit of a longshot, but I could even be looking at a permanent position." Not that long of a longshot, if I could grind boss monsters within the confines of the various ID's. They should give not only loot, but copious amounts of money. Hopefully.

"So you could be staying here for good?" Scootaloo questioned. Don't really like it when people ask a question I just fucking answered. Makes me question their overall intelligence.

"Uh... yeah."

"Cool."

Glad to see they had some similarities to normal girls. I was beginning to worry.

"Cool indeed. So again I'll ask, why're you here? Certainly I don't warrant the attention of three monster slaying warriors such as yourselves?" I said, noting with satisfaction that they all had varying expressions ranging from embarrassment to smugness. Looks like I had poked the right buttons.

"That's why I wanted to talk to you," Scootaloo of all people spoke up. "We noticed you aren't exactly... the greatest fighter. Like, at all. So I-"

Applebloom elbowed her in the side, followed by a scathing glare from Sweetiebelle.

"We,"she continued sheepishly, "thought we'd offer our expertise," she put a lot of inflection on the last word, making me think she probably didn't know what it meant. The other one must have told her to say it, her sister did seem like a socialite, and if she spent any time around her she probably would inevitably pick up some more articulate words. "You know, if you wanted any. Any help, I mean, most ponies just take up an exercise class if they want to get in shape, but if you want to get yourself in fighting shape we'd be more than willing to help!"

"Uh-huh..." I replied, drawing out a pause of silence. They sounded pretty straightforward, but I'd be a fool not to at least try to see if they had ulterior motives.

That being considered, in the manga the main character had his best friend who just so happened to a bit of a master martial artist. He probably wouldn't have progressed as he had if he hadn't had someone experienced to spar against.

I currently had no one. Well, I had Hax, but I don't think he'd be much of a help in that department.

"Not that I'm outright saying no, but do you know of anyone... better qualified to teach a novice?" I asked, a hint of laughter edging its way into my voice.

"We are qualified!" Scootaloo claimed.

"Oh? So you can show me some papers, documents so on and so forth that show you are legally warranted to teach me?"

All three bowed their heads as one, obviously not expecting any resistance. I nearly laughed at the sight, but if I didn't say something soon they might get the wrong idea and not realize that I was joking.

"Hey hey hey! I'm just pulling your legs, I'd be more than happy to receive any help if you're willing to offer it. First things first though, do any of you know where I could get some training weights? Like, clothes or something that I can wear, but are super heavy."

Again in unison, they all gave me a look of confusion.

"Why?" came from Sweetiebelle.

"Well if I'm going to be training, I want to be training," I said with false determination. They didn't seem to notice my playacting, however. "Going all out, not simply lazing around as I lift five pounds above my head every couple of minutes."

The three of them suddenly gathered into a whispering huddle, their conversation too fast for me to track with my listening skill. If that would have helped at all, given that it described itself as allowing me to hear muted conversation while saying nothing about keeping track of people who talk fast.

"-do you?"

"-dunno where mine-"

"-bet Rainbow has-"

"-used to have some, dunno where he puts 'em-"

"-could just ask my-"

"-I AM CONTRIBUTING," I drawled in a monotone, having sneaked forward and placed my face right between Applebloom and Sweetiebelle's.

"-uff," Hax huffed, sitting on Appleblooms other shoulder. Guess that boost to his INT really did its job, little bugger was definitely smarter than I gave him credit for.

"This is kinda awkward," Scootaloo claimed, despite the fact that she and the rest didn't move from the huddle. Hax decided to give her cheek a lick.

"Well, ah was just sayin' that mah brother probably has some, but ah don't really know where he keeps 'em," Applebloom explained, an uncomfortable expression flitting across her face. I think. Kinda hard to tell by looking at her face sideways.

"I've never had any," Scootaloo claimed, "my dad just has me use practice on getting faster with the weapons I have," at this, she unhooked one of her... punching blades? Things? She unhooked one of them from her waist and held it out in the middle of our impromptu circle.

Still, not one of them had broken the huddle. I was beginning to think this was a liiiittle fucking weird.

"He says that training with weights might end up hampering my progress in the short run. I can't start using them until I'm older."

"I don't use them at all, they're really not that useful for a bard. I mean, I guess I might be able to use them to make it so I could run faster or something. That's besides the point though, my sister could probably make you something, if you're okay with the end result looking overly shiny and fashionable..." Sweetiebelle clammed up after a few seconds, plunging us into silence once more.

"Soooooo, I don't wanna be a jerk and break up what might be a pleasant moment, but is it normal to just stay in a huddle with some random guy you literally just met that same day?" I asked, the muscles in my back starting to strain due to my posture. I could put my full weight on either of the girls to my sides, but I don't think they'd like that.

"Nope," Applebloom muttered.

"Not really," came easily from Sweetiebelle.

"This is actually pretty dang weird," Scootaloo whined.

"Good enough for me!" I claimed, leaning back out of the circle and popping my back as Hax leaped back onto my shoulder. Huh. Mighta thought he would stick around on Applebloom for a while. Weird dog.

"So what are we waiting for? I'm not gonna be able to get training gear just standing here," I stated, spinning on my heel. I got two steps before I realized something crucial to my plan. "Uh... wait..." I turned around, flashing an apologetic grin, "Where are we going? Your purple haired sister, right?"

"Rarity," Sweetiebelle affirmed.

Right.

We headed over to the odd shaped building her sister had set up shop in, Sweetiebelle leading the way. What? I didn't remember where the hell it was. This town was deceptively large.

On the way, the three of them prattled on about a myriad of different topics. Applebloom started off talking about how she was planning on upgrading some sort of wagon -I really don't know. From the way she was talking, it kinda sounded like she was talking about a red rider wagon.-, which was apparently powered by Scootaloo attaching her scooter -Yeah. Scootaloo rides a scooter. What next, is Applebloom going to end up being... an apple farmer or something? Maybe Sweetiebelle rings a sweet ass bell.- and buzzing her wings. Their words, not mine. Buzzing.

Hey, if she wanted to describe her wings as 'buzzy' then that wasn't any of my business.

Scootaloo talked about how she was going to go watch some chick named 'Rainbow Dash' -good god, and I thought Fluttershy was a god awful name- do some sort of aerial practice. 'Super awesome tricks an stuff'.

Sweetiebelle was by far the most normal of the three in my opinion, ending their conversation on how she had to practice on her lute. Neat. Apparently her parents were on her case because she was spending most of her time with her friends, skiving off time she said she would set aside for it.

Kids will be kids.

We finally reached the paradox of pony proportions known as the one building that looked like a carousel. Because, you know. Little horses skewered on poles, forced to bob up and down as tacky music plays. Should totally put that in a pony town, THAT makes sense.

We entered, and after the horned lady got her introductions out of the way again -like I wouldn't know who I had been talking to for the last ten fucking minutes- we got our discussion of proper business underway.

"Well, what are you asking for, specifically?" she asked in a soft tone, "I've actually finished repairing your shirt, I set it aside right over here."

Well wasn't that the million dollar question. Million... bit? Bit question? Whatever.

"Thanks, again. What I want, with as much clarity as I can muster, is I want pants, shoes, and a shirt. The purpose for these would ultimately be training, so I'll leave the color, cloth and whatever up to you. I have fifty five bits, and I'd like these three items to be made as durable, and as heavy as those bits can allow. Ideally, I'd like both the pants and the shirt to be at least forty pounds each, if that's at all possible. Of course I'd like them to also be as comfortable as possible at that, seeing as I plan to be exercising in them. Is that comprehensive enough to start from?"

She blinked slowly at me, giving me a measured look. "In all honestly, that's a fair amount than I usually get from my usual clientele. Those that are local to Ponyville are better than most, but you won't believe how many times all the information I receive as to what somepony is looking for as 'I want a green dress, but I don't want the bad green."

Ah. Of course she would be familiar with the idiotic customer base. Even in... pony(?) version of medieval dark ages, customers wore their fucking idiot badges with pride, thinking they were made of gold.

"Well, as one who has worked in retail before, you have my condolences for your woes," I replied. "So will fifty five bits be enough for what I'm asking?"

She took a couple seconds to consider, sadly shaking her head. "I'm sorry, but what you're asking for is a specialty job. Heavy fabric... perhaps woven gold... interlaced with cotton... That still won't be nearly as heavy as you're asking for. I'd have to enchant it to be heavier, heh, usually it's the other way around..." she mused, pacing in a circle around the shop. "I'm sorry, but for what you're asking, it will have to be quite a bit more. I can make the boots for around forty bits, maybe thirty five if I still have the supplies I think I do, and don't have to send an order to Manehatton..."

Ponyville. Manehatton. Fuck all, was every town name I was going to come across going to be some sort of horrible pony pun?

Regardless. This raised some problems, ones that I could probably remedy with little trouble. I didn't have enough bits, but if I could start killing off boss monsters in the ID's, I'd have access to a nearly unlimited amount of money. Hopefully. It might decide to give me US dollars, or yen, and not the shiny bits these guys passed around.

And even if it did give me bits, in a small community like this it might become heavily suspicious for the new librarian to suddenly have hundreds upon thousands of bits from not doing anything. I'd have to be careful in how I flashed my coin.

To add to that, it was never really clarified in the manga whether the money was considered counterfeit or not. I'd have to find someone willing to take them in exchange for real bits if that turned out to be the case. Regardless, maybe I could start off doing what the three 'Crusaders' were doing. Odd jobs, for bits. At least I think that's what they had been doing.

Just until I could reliably grind the ID's.

A spark of inspiration flashed in my mind.

"What about layaway? Would a situation where you make the stuff, give it to me and I pay you off as I acquire the required money sound like a good deal to you? I just got signed on as the librarian of Golden Oaks, so I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. And besides the government paycheck Mayor Mare said I'd be getting, I also plan on doing as many odd jobs as I can for a bit to get me in better shape."

And to gain all the EXP and Bits that were likely to be added as quest rewards, but she didn't need to know about that.

"Layaway..." she muttered, tapping at the thick red rims of the glasses she was wearing. Odd, seeing as she wasn't wearing them the last time I was here. "I can't say that the idea is completely unfounded, but I will have to hold you to your agreement. No exceptions. Even though you did help out my sister, you are still relatively new in town. I have to treat you with at the very least, a degree of wariness."

Smart, but that worked against my goals.

"I swear I'll be good for it, I already have a place to stay, and it came with a prestocked kitchen. So I won't have to waste money on lodgings or food. I'm sure I'll be able to scrounge up enough money in a week or two, if what the girls told me about the plethora of jobs available pans out."

"Hmm," she mumbled, glancing over at the three girls. "I guess I can make an exception. If you don't mind, I'll be taking payment for the boots upfront at the very least, we can work out the cost of the other garments."

"Raf!"

"Oh," I grunted, remembering my diminutive pup. "Almost forgot a crucial detail. Hax here seems to like sitting on my shoulders. any chance you could reinforce the shoulders against little wolf claws or something?"

"Of course, that won't be any trouble at all," she replied, taking my forty bits as I passed them to her. Yeah she said it might only be thirty five, but why not stack the deck and not antagonize her by trying to skimp off as much as I could?

She had me strip down to my shorts, levitating a measuring tape around me to take my measurements. Even measured my feet, so I guess she actually really knew what she was doing. It didn't even occur to me that she might need to measure my foot, I guess I never really thought about it. I always just go in the shoe store, and try on any 7's that catch my eye, see if they're comfortable or not.

"Well I guess that's settled," I stated glibly once we were outside. "Sorry to put my shopping concerns on your girls shoulders again, but would any of you happen to know where I might be able to buy a dog? I don't want Hax to get lonely..."

Plus I wanted to get another dog so I could properly utilize the full extent of the 'pack leader' skill. It said I could have two canid's in the pack, so It was to my best interest I got another one as soon as possible.

All three of them got a look of... well, I hesitate to call it happiness, as disturbed as I was by the sudden display, but they all looked happy. Super happy. 'AAAAAAGGGGHHH run and hide' made its way across my mind, but I squashed it down.

"We know just the pony!" they practically all yelled out at once. Fucking stereo surround. Not desirable for when the 'speakers' are gathered around you in a circle, and have lung capacity which could rival a horse.

"Agh. No. Don't do that. Too loud."

"Sorry," came synchronized from the trio.

"It's... that's okay. So who is this mystery 'pony' selling puppies?" I said, trying my hand at alliteration.

They each gave me a wide brilliant grin, and said as one-

"Fluttershy!~"

Author's Notes:

Went back and tweaked the CMC's levels. basically, for everyone that's looked at the character sheets, everyone pretty much is going to be getting a buff, so that Colton isn't just 'bloop, hey I'm level 20, woobwoobwoobwoo'.

Greycait says: Hey Colton, why don't you try talking to Hax and seeing if you develop a canine language skill. Or at least Wild Empathy.

I have been talking to him. Nothings happened so far. He does seem to be smarter now, though.

Fictional Fanatic says: "Colton, how much of "The Gamer" do you actually remember? How much experience do you have in MMO RPG games yourself? And are you going to exploit the system as much as they did in the 'Manhwa' (Yes, it's called 'Manhwa' and not 'Manga' when it's from Korea.) Because, I want to remind you that leveling up illusion barriers allows to create ones that bend time. Surely it would be the most useful tool to quickly level up your abilities?"

PS, sorry for the multiple questions.

I've read through it a couple times. Honestly, I've only played Runescape extensively. Oh, I plan on exploiting the FUCK out of this system. As much as I can. Also, the fuck is a 'man-wah'? Just say manga you weeaboo. Damn straight I'm going to be going straight for the time distortion ID's.Thats okay, sorry for calling you a weeaboo.

Additional says: hey colton, what kind of path are you gonna take? are you doing the same as in the gamer and being a mage? or are you doing something else?

Dunno yet. I guess it all depends on what options unfold before me. Since I intend to exploit this buggy system however, I might very well go full magic. I already know it works in the manga, after all.

Hard Cider says: Hey mista Coalton, whatcha gonna do next? Are ya gonna start 'grinding' with tha dungeon power?

*Holds out fist for a fist-bump*

Kenshinryuu says: Colton, if you saw two bullies picking on the three fillies you happen to know... would you send them to a dungeon full of harmless but creepy monsters as punishment????

They're all a higher freaking level than me... If those three can't handle themselves, I don't think I'd be able to help as I am right now.