Previously
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>Lucky you're not dead yet.
>The Princess fortunately didn't see through your acquaintances' bluffs.
>“Close is a damn understatement.”
>You turn towards Anon.
>“If I hadn't jumped in there when you were about to start frothing at the mouth, we'd be dead meat.”
>His face is enraged.
>...Maybe you took it a little far.
>“Furthermore, we're still no clearer on what your grand plan is.”
>Your hoof stamps the ground.
“We're outside the tomb. What do you think it is, genius?
>His face turns red.
>Something seems off though.
>“If it weren't for the fact you could get me and Echo banished from Equestria, I wouldn't even be here. None of us would. Where the hell do we fit in your big plan?”
>Snicker to yourself.
“Look at me, Anon. Do you see a horn? No? Only wings? That's what I thought. I can't possibly hope to get in there without assistance of something with magical abilities or a strong figure.”
>His lips purse.
“From what I've heard, dumb apes are very strong.”
>His fist clenches.
>This is perfect.
“Are you strong, silly monkey?”
>He says nothing, but turns to Echo.
>“What do we do here?”
>She offers no useful advice to him.
>“What choice do we have? We're damned if we do, damned if we don't.”
>Stroking his chin, his eyes dart from left to right.
“Puzzled?”
>“Shut up.”
>You flash him your pearly whites.

>Anon has been sitting against the wall for a while now.
>He refuses to help you for the time being.
>Echo has been talking to herself.
>A nervous wreck if you ever saw one.
>“Uh, Quiet?”
>Oh right.
>You have a partner.
>“Why are there two civilians here?”
>Think fast.
“Oh, yes! No reason. They... asked me about the sights here.”
>Foolproof.
>She looks at you with suspecting eyes.
>“Uh-huh.”
>She looks at the now shaking excuse of a batpony and the monkey.
>“Not your average tourists, huh.”
“That's... what I thought!”
>Anon looks up at you with contempt.
“Go on now, go to all them... sights I told you about!”
>You try to give them an “if-you-leave-here-you're-dead” signal by putting a wing to your throat.
>They look at each other in confusion, Echo's face hooded still, then walk off.
>What a great plan this was.

>It's been a nightmare here.
>You and Anon have been dawdling along for a while now.
>As quietly as you can, you speak to Anon.
“Can't we leave here? You should know how awful it feels for me to be here.”
>He puzzles.
>“I'm not so sure we can. Think about it: She knows you were here.”
>You huff.
“Fine. Whenever we get out of here though, you're in trouble.”
>He seems taken aback a little.
“Why did you come here anyway?”
>This, he literally retracts at.
>He's been hiding something.
>“I... wanted to find your dad.”
>What?
“Why?”
>“You said he didn't want to know you anymore. I wanted to see if that was true.”
>He almost says it like it's a question...
>It's always been an instinct of yours to be wary.
>And that letter...
>It all falls into place, really.
“Anonymous, I want a straight answer.”
>You stop, and look at him straight in the eyes.
>It hurts.
“Why did you come here?”
>He rubs the back of his neck.
>“I... was curious about the Chronicle.”
>You were expecting this.
> But it doesn't stop that horrid feeling of your heart sinking deep.
>He looks at you, expecting you to say something, but you're dumbstruck.
>“Like you said about your dad...”
>Huh?
>“I was curious of what would become of you.”
“What for?”
>He sighs.
>“You said you didn't have much friends, only your dad. That you and him were the closest pair there ever was. Then your dad gets a life-threatening illness. That kind of stress is bad for someone. Worse for you, the only pony in your life.”
>His words sting.
>“I hate to bring up bad memories, but... it just worried me.”
>Before you can respond, an awkward voice stops you.
>“And I hate to interrupt lovey-dovey sappy time, but you two are coming with me.”
>Great.

>That took forever.
>Getting Jasmine off your case isn't an easy job.
>Ask anypony in Hollow Shades.
>And finding these two was even more of a task.
>“W-we're not in love.”
>Ironic how she's called Echo, but barely speaks.
>He looks to her with a sad air.
“What, this a tragedy at the theatre? Perk up!”
>They sigh to each other.
>Anon speaks.
>“Fine. What would you have us do?”
“You already know that.”
>“Oh, right.”

>You all come up to the entrance once more.
>Dawn is upon you.
>“So... how are we doing this?”
>You chuckle to yourself, remembering your ingenious plan.
“It's perfect.”
>Echo huffs.
“W-well, Anon opens the gate when nopony is looking. We sneak down really fast and quietly. Echo shows us where to go.”
>She looks to the floor in shame.
“Hey, you're the key here. You're being a big help!”
>You smile in a mocking fashion.
>Grey feet move slightly back from you.
>The monkey glares at you intensely.
>Beaming at him again, you turn around.
“Shall we begin then?”
>He makes some growls that sound like “Might as well”.
>Oh, how fun it is getting under their skins!
>The gate squeaks a tad as it moves up.
“Hope nopony hears us. Anon, do try to be quieter.”
>Strained, he replies.
>“Yu-wan-this-liffed-or-not?”
>Pretending to be startled, you bring a hoof up to your face and widen your eyes.
>“Thas-wot-I-thot.”
>Some more groaning erupts from him as the iron bars slide further and further upwards.
>A final little screech from the old rust comes.
>The gate is up.
“After you, my friends.”
>Once you're all inside, the tall creature closes the thing again.
“Why the hell did you do that?!”
>“Are you dumb? No really, are you that stupid? If we leave that thing open then they'll know for sure we're in here.”
>For the first time in a long time, you've been taken down a peg.
“I... I suppose you're right.”
>“Yes, I am.”
>These stairs go on forever.
>Nothing fancy about these stone corridors. They look like they've been carved completely flat.
>There's a small flicker of light at the bottom, licking at the small shadows.
>As you come upon the bottom, and two routes, you turn to Echo.
“Where to now?”
>“Do you not remember it got moved here AFTER I stole it? I don't know which way.”
>Time to assess the situation.
“Eenee meenee minee mo...”
>Anon slaps his forehead.
>Echo facehoofs.
“We're going right.”
>“Glad you could make such a logical decision.”
>After walking down a cold corridor with a wooden décor, you come to a room with a hanging lamp.
>Underneath it is the book.
>Anon prods your side.
>“Which of us will take it?”
“Me, of course. I know what to do.”
>Not one for finesse, you simply snatch it.
>No alarms, nothing.
>“That's surprising.”
“Guess we just... walk back out now?”
>Echo nods.
>When you come back to the stairs, daylight kisses the walls.
>“Wait, Quiet.”
>Your hoof, almost at the first step, stops.
“What?”
>“Shouldn't we check the other room?”
“No! It's probably a trap. Echo, is this the right book?”
>The quiet one nods again.
“See? It's fine, everything's fine!”
>Anon sighs.
>“If we're arrested upon exit, I blame you.”
“You won't have to, there will be no-one there.”
>The long walk up the stairs begins again.
>Uneventful tiptoeing.
>Anon raises the gate again, and you all get out.
>A single bat pony stands in the middle of the square.
>“Whoa. What's goin' on here.”
>Not this guy again.
>He's always so... spaced. What does he do?
“Move along. You saw nothing.”
>“Except I did, man...”
>Huh?
>“Watch this.”
>He pulls off his face...
>...Revealing Jasmine.
>Oh, fie.