06-06-2018, 10:28 PM
The room didn't have much to offer Celestia, being built for creatures of a different general shape. It looked comfortable, and it would certainly be nice to have a nice place to stay when they would inevitably need sleep. But the amenities wouldn't be of much use. The small table wouldn't really fit her, and she didn't have much need to do anything which required a private room at the moment.
Celestia took a moment anyways, to mentally run through the events so far, and clarify all the facts currently available to her. Kurt Wallace, their temporary patron, picked them up shortly after they passed through the Gate. Presumably, he either had surveillance of the gate entrance or a means of detecting primes. The latter seemed more likely, although ruling out the former was probably premature. Either way, Mr. Wallace clearly had a far-reaching vision.
Wallace had his sights set on the town, and whatever he was planning wasn't going to be done out of out of charity. He claimed the town was in danger, though when they arrived there was no evidence of such. There could always be something under the surface, causing harm or building itself up in a more subtle way, but it was just as likely that Kurt was only technically correct, and he himself was the one threatening the town. Whichever it was, it meant someone was concealing their intentions. Celestia would have to move carefully, to not pre-emptively tip her hoof.
Celestia frowned, and shook her head. “It's not enough,” she muttered to herself. Reflecting on the current developments wasn't revealing anything further, she'd need more information before she could draw any worthwhile conclusions.
It was just as well perhaps, there was a knock on Celestia's door moments after she concluded reflection wouldn't get her anywhere just yet. She cracked the door open, gripping the handle in her magic, peering out carefully before noticing it was Revan and opening the door fully. “Oh, Revan,” she said, “everything's in order with your room too I take it?”
Revan wanted to tell her he agreed with her earlier assessment. Perhaps his time spent reflecting went a little better than Celestia's had. She was glad to hear his agreement, as it meant they'd be on the same page. “Ahh, you have that feeling too, then?” She started to head back toward the main floor, slowing a bit to make sure Revan was following along. “We'll need to be careful with our investigation. There's no telling what's actually happening in this town, and being too quick or too open to act could cost us in all sorts of ways.”
As the pair made their way downstairs, Celestia looked out the window, noting that it was getting late in the afternoon. She stopped when she reached the end of the stairs and turned to Revan. “So, after we get some food, what do you think: would you like to have a look around this evening, or should we leave that for the next day?”
Celestia took a moment anyways, to mentally run through the events so far, and clarify all the facts currently available to her. Kurt Wallace, their temporary patron, picked them up shortly after they passed through the Gate. Presumably, he either had surveillance of the gate entrance or a means of detecting primes. The latter seemed more likely, although ruling out the former was probably premature. Either way, Mr. Wallace clearly had a far-reaching vision.
Wallace had his sights set on the town, and whatever he was planning wasn't going to be done out of out of charity. He claimed the town was in danger, though when they arrived there was no evidence of such. There could always be something under the surface, causing harm or building itself up in a more subtle way, but it was just as likely that Kurt was only technically correct, and he himself was the one threatening the town. Whichever it was, it meant someone was concealing their intentions. Celestia would have to move carefully, to not pre-emptively tip her hoof.
Celestia frowned, and shook her head. “It's not enough,” she muttered to herself. Reflecting on the current developments wasn't revealing anything further, she'd need more information before she could draw any worthwhile conclusions.
It was just as well perhaps, there was a knock on Celestia's door moments after she concluded reflection wouldn't get her anywhere just yet. She cracked the door open, gripping the handle in her magic, peering out carefully before noticing it was Revan and opening the door fully. “Oh, Revan,” she said, “everything's in order with your room too I take it?”
Revan wanted to tell her he agreed with her earlier assessment. Perhaps his time spent reflecting went a little better than Celestia's had. She was glad to hear his agreement, as it meant they'd be on the same page. “Ahh, you have that feeling too, then?” She started to head back toward the main floor, slowing a bit to make sure Revan was following along. “We'll need to be careful with our investigation. There's no telling what's actually happening in this town, and being too quick or too open to act could cost us in all sorts of ways.”
As the pair made their way downstairs, Celestia looked out the window, noting that it was getting late in the afternoon. She stopped when she reached the end of the stairs and turned to Revan. “So, after we get some food, what do you think: would you like to have a look around this evening, or should we leave that for the next day?”