Once Deposited on the couch, Symphony will have shifted a bit onto his back, curled his legs against his body, and instinctively close his wings around himself for warmth, and slip right back into adorable little squeaky snores... totally oblivious to the noise going on in the next room over.

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Breaker... well, Half the tavern probably knew what he got up to... For Thunder's sake, hopefully he doesn't quite live up to his name!

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The next morning, around roughly 9am, The Caravan was in the midst of being set-up and organized for the road, a Caravan of 5 Carriages lined up half-way between the bridge and the Statue itself.

The front and rear Carriages are made of Steel, armor plated and contain a pillbox ontop for somepony to shoot from, as well as armored windows, and contain a light levitation engine that will lessen their load on the pony pulling it. For the most part these contain weapons and ammo, along with other important supplies or packages. On each of these stood 3 guard, the rear One had 3 of the General combat armored guards on it, and the front Carriage contrasted with 3 guards in 'cleaned' raider-like metal armor... it seemed that one of the 'plain guards' may have been substituted for a metal-head.

The 3 Between these are made of a mix of wood and steel, hold most everything else, and keep a bit of room free for exhausted or injured passengers. They have a roof hatch for easier access while on the move, and plated rails to avoid falling off, but otherwise anypony ontop protecting it will be pretty exposed, especially from above. There were a couple of other hired guards lingering on the rooves of these as well.

There were also several Brahmin and other much smaller caravan's lingering about to piggyback on the 'safety zone' of traveling with a properly heavily armed caravan, of course contributing a guard or 2 or their own and a bit of payment.

The Two business ponies that were running it were waiting near the rear cart, a few other Caravaneers and a couple of what seemed like 'fancier' business ponies with then conversing about something. The pair were keeping an eye out though, and anypony that arrived to the caravan received their 'down payment' immediately, in the form of a small, launched, sack of Caps coming their way with the 100 cap payment, and a reminder that they'd be leaving at 10am.

[that'll orchestrate the ability to just go about your 'preparations' in the same post if you'd like to get all that done at once ^.^]

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Being Naturally acclimated to the darkness tended to make the transition to 'sun-light' more jarring than most ponies... Hence Symphony waking up as soon as the sun-light started to peek in through the windows of the room, urging a quiet but high pitched yawn from him coupled with stretching out... and 'then' realizing that for some reason there vas a mare in his bed and a Stallion on the couch with him [I]'woah... what in tartarus did I do last night?'[/I] The confusion lasted all of about 3 seconds before his head split wide open... or, felt like it, calling forth a little whimper as he rolled off of the couch and hugged his head a little [I]'FUCK!... that explains it... Oh, Ally, must thee be such a cruel mistress?!... better get to fixing this I suppose.'[/I]

He jumped right into his morning routine, despite the still dozing company, and set to grooming his mane an tail first, stripping out of, and storing, his 'civilization suit', and replacing it with a set of blackened, anti-shined, leather armor... This was immediately followed by a minor breakfast of cleaning meat chunks off of a Shish-kebab, and then a short-term removal of his collar.

Chances are the other 2 would be awoken by the pulsing sound that came next...

Symphony had himself sat down in a corner of the room, releasing obviously 'batty' sounds at the wall, a high pitched pulse rebounding off of it and leading to him wincing sharply after each... though as this continued the wincing died down and little by little the repeating sound turned into a soft, steady, tone.