What the Night Guard does with captured changelings isn’t public knowledge. If it was the changelings would also know after all.

serpent-scale-the-adventuress:

1.
Scale: Here, this way!
???: Scale?

2.
Ebon: Scale, what is it? You said to hurry. And that there will be a strawberry cake.
Scale: Ah, sorry, I just wanted you to come here quicker and answer some asks of these nice people here. Got no cake, sorry~

3.
Ebon: So…the cake is a lie then…
Scale: Uuuuh…
Ace: CAKE JUSTICE!

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The sacrifice I made to bring her here! She thunderstruck me several times! I may be fireproof, but not lightning proof. Ouchie…Never joke around with Ebon, especially if it involves strawberry cakes…
I’ll go get her one, you better come up with some asks in the meanwhile!

Justice for the cake!

You ask us such odd things.

Around weekly I deliver in the things to the nightguards since some of the objects can be really dangerous in the wrong hooves.

When my universe became multiverse aware our technological development skyrocketed thanks to programs like these.

Having a talent being something and having a talent to talk about being something is vastly different.

Meanwhile in Canterlot.

Happy Hearth’s Warming Eve everypony!

Cake from strangers in the shape of the plot of hairless apes aren’t exactly safe to eat.