Amidst the relentless downpour, you quickly trot towards a nearby pony-drawn taxi stand. As you seek refuge, your attention is drawn to a drenched and elegantly attired mare seated beside you, her face is etched with discontentment. Catching your gaze, she addresses you with an edge in her voice.

"What are you looking at?!"

She shouts with frustration before casting her gaze downward once again. Yet, in a sudden shift, her demeanor becomes calculating as she scrutinizes you from head to hoof, evidently assessing potential avenues for exploitation.

"Hey, I didn't mean to be harsh, m'kay? You look like you've got some talent. Would you care to be my new assistant? I was ditched by my old one."