“Come high school, the three of us made a club. You could say we had an army of ponies that was tired of being messed with. Senior year, things went bad. My friend was killed. The gang slowly disbanded. I was all alone.”
“Years later, I gotten over her death, but still felt some urge deep within me. One day, some stallion was assaulting some mare, that’s when I felt it. I rushed over and clocked him good. It felt good, real good. Soon, I had goal, to make a new gang. I went from town to town looking who could be suitable for my gang. Hense why I have these lovely mares here.”
“Now about the sounds beyond the bridge. That’s for another time.” She said with a wink. “I’m going inside, anything you wanna ask me before I go?
What will you do now?
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yes do you want me to get anything while I am exploring across the bridge?so she wants to be a police pony. that’s really noble! well, except the part about feeling good when you hurt ponies, but she’s making productive use of that urge.
there isn’t really many ideas of what to do, or what to ask her. so let her go, then examine surroundings, to see what options you have for what to do next.