That’s where that Hard Tack person’s body is, isn’t it?
The mare thinks of pointing this out to Antoine, but Goldenclaw is standing near her, so she isn’t sure she should.
“Isn’t there anything you can tell me? Anything at all? This is just so—” She starts, but her fiance interrupts her.
“No, I already told you I can’t. And in addition, don’t believe anything he says either! Don’t even listen! Just listening will put you in danger.” Antoine says, pointing a hoof at the gryphon.
Mulberry looks sadly to the gryphon, who looks sadly back. She then asks, “Um. I don’t suppose I could be alone with him? Even if just for a second.”
“Yes, of course my dear.” Gamble says. He steps away to the other door. He gives a knock and looks through the grate saying, “River? How are you feeling today?”
Mulberry turns back to her fiance and rests her head against the grate on his door. It’s about as close as she can get to Antoine. Even though the unicorn can’t press his head up to it because of his horn, the mare can still feel his warmth.
“We are alone now, my dear… Please. If there is anything you can tell me… Or is there anyone you think I can trust here, perhaps?” she pleads.
“We are most certainly not alone. That blasted Mr. Peacock is making sure of it.” He then sighs and putting a hoof up to the grate says, “And don’t trust anyone here… They are all—… They are not to be trusted.”
Mulberry puts a hoof up to the grate as well.