The ponies of Ser'ta'al invited Pinkie and the others in much like Ser'ta'ta had, with an uncertain meeting followed quickly by smiles and a friendly welcome.

Crypt was no longer surprised or interested in this behavior. Apparently, ponies were just like that out here in this... unusual place. He couldn't really call it the Wilds anymore, or really 'beyond the wilds'. It was its own place, and it likely had its own name.

"Hey, got a question," Pinkie asked their current guide to Ser'ta'al - a green unicorn stallion in long robes by the name of Verneer. "This place is Ser'ta'al, and the last town was Ser'ta'ta - what do you call all of them together?"

"...Enviar?" he responded, confused.

"That's the, uh, whole world," Myrrh offered. "I think Pinkaponk is asking what do you call your... people? Ponies? Uh..." She tapped her chin. "Whatever you are and not the Sky King."

"Oh, yes. We are... all together the ponies of Ser. Or just Ser, I guess. Not something that really comes up in conversation much..."

Crypt nodded to himself, absorbing the information. N, the Wilds, the Sky King, the ponies of Ser, and the desert... He made a map in his mind, keeping everything in its proper place. There was a big question mark in his mind north of the desert labeled 'lobster people', though he had no idea if Myrrh had been truthful in her tale.

"Why are you called Ser?" Pinkie asked.

"That's the name of our capital. Ser - or Ser City, since we usually want to be specific." Verneer smiled. "I've actually been to Ser City. It's such an amazing place... built into the amethyst mountain itself, a city of great splendor and glamour..." His eyes started to twinkle.

"I don't suppose there's any chance the Technician went that way, hmm?" Pinkie asked.

"The Technician?" Verneer paused. "Oh, that... thing. It... I don't remember where exactly it was headed, but it went south - not east. So if you're following it, I don't believe you'd end up in Ser. I'd highly recommend going to see the sights if you could take a large detour."

"Might help if we had a map," Crypt pointed out.

"You're lucky, I have a full map of all Ser's lands," Verneer said with a smirk, leading them to his house - a tall three-story structure painted with a light purple color. He had them wait outside as he rummaged through his things before producing an old, worn map.

Crypt was not surprised to see it didn't show N at all. The borders to Ser were 'the savage forest' to the far south, the Sky King's mountains to the north, and the ocean to the east. The west was poorly defined.

"Yes, I know Ser'ta'al isn't even here," Verneer said, pointing to an area in the vague western areas of the map. "This is where you are, if it had been around when this was made. Ser'ta'ta would be up here, closer to the edge of the mountains."

Crypt made sure to memorize the general layout of the map. It would no doubt be important later.

"Anyway, travelers..." Verneer rolled the map up and gently put it away. "I invite you to our tavern for a night of festivities."

"Thanks, but no thanks," Pinkie said, shaking her head. "We did that in Ser'ta'ta. We actually need to talk to Windstream, do you know him?"

"...Oh. That crazy unicorn." Verneer sighed. "Yes, I unfortunately do. His house is the circular one down the lane. I don't expect him to be of any use to you though."

"Brook said he'd be helpful!" Myrrh said.

"Family is rather blind, often," Verneer pointed out. "If you find him not worth your time, the tavern will still be open."

Crypt knew they had no intention of staying the night at all - staying too long would mean the town was more likely to be attacked. Pinkie wasn't one to unnecessarily risk that.

"We'll see about it," Pinkie said, smiling brightly before bouncing down the street to Windstream's house.

It was, in fact, circular - one might even call it spherical if it wasn't for the huge dent in the side. The structure itself was coated in a dusting of metal, something Crypt expected was commonplace for unicorns here for magic interface. Pinkie bounced right up to the door and knocked. "Hellooo~! Windstream are you in there!?"

"Go away!" a gruff voice shouted.

"But we came all this way to see you!"

"I said go away!"

"But Brook said..."

Windstream threw the door open - he was a midget of a blue unicorn, easily a head shorter than Pinkie, and wore glasses that made his already huge eyes appear even bigger. "Brook needs to stop handing out th- whahahah..." He turned to Myrrh.

Myrrh smirked. "Like what you see?"

He ran right past her and to the Prowler. "What... What is this magnificent piece of machinery?! How does it funciton!? Where is its power source?! How do you - when, how, what - I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS! Can I buy it?"

Myrrh lowered her head. "Cute as you are, it's not for sale."

"Did. You. Just. Call. Me. CUTE!?"

Myrrh's mind blanked again, failing to come up with a response.

Pinkie pushed her out of the way. "Ehehehe, sorry about that, she was trying to compliment you."

"Bah. I don't need compliments. I need this machine!"

"...Why?" Crypt asked.

"I'm so glad you asked..."