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You thank Tattle Tail for the information, and tip her a hoofful of bits. After all the money she’s helped you make so far, it’s only fair!
 
Moonflower: “Ooh, that’s true! I’ll give ya some too!”
 
You and Moonflower each give 10 Gold Bits to Tattle Tail.
 
Tattle Tail: “Much appreciated.”
 
On the subject of your ring, you ask the filly whether or not it would be possible for her to start a rumour about it being lost to backwater sea dog pirates or something. The defeated look she replies with leads you to believe that your request didn’t sound as good to her as it did in your head.
 
Tattle Tail: “(sigh) Honestly… if I went around spreading false rumours, what kind of reputation would that get me? Not the kind you’d go to looking for work, huh?”
 
You admit that she does have a point there.
 
Tattle Tail: “Listen. If you wanna keep that ring, you do you, but lying will only get you so far, and the consequences will catch up to you sooner or later. I wouldn’t recommend it.”
 
Moonflower: “Aww! But the ring’s super fun…”
 
Tattle Tail: “Yeah, I bet. Well, if the enchantment is more important to you than the bits, you can always offer it to some public researchers. That would scuttle the ring’s value, but the enchantment itself would become available for everyone to study, and eventually recreate. Then, just get yourself a cheap duplicate.”
 
Apple Basket: “Right. And if some fancy-pants type get their hooves on it first, they might jus’ turn it into an exclusive business instead, and not the kind jus’ anypony can afford, either.”
 
Curious, you ask where you can find these researchers.
 
Tattle Tail: “Most public libraries and museums in Equestria take care of this kinda stuff. Just don’t expect a good payout, if any at all.”
 
You nod, and thank the filly again for sharing her expertise.
 
Tattle Tail: “No sweat. Anyway, you’ve heard what I had to say. Now this filly’s got some candy to eat, and games to play. See you around.”
 
You bid farewell to Tattle Tail. Just as she departs northward, you notice another friend passing by, and wave Windcaller over.
 
Windcaller: “Ah… hello again. I… hope you’ve been enjoying the festival so far.”
 
You say that you have, and your party concurs.
 
Moonflower: “What’cha up to?”
 
Windcaller: “I… was on my way to the buffet. My ensemble should be waiting for me there.”
 
Speaking of which, you ask Windcaller when he will be performing today.
 
Windcaller: “Oh, um… we will be playing from sunset to the closing ceremony, I believe. But, um… we are meant to play background music. For listening to, while… doing other things.”
 
Moonflower: “Still, we totally gotta check it out!”
 
You agree, and after pulling the Wind Caller out of your sidereal bag, you ask the soft-spoken stallion if he needs his horn back. He shakes his head.
 
Windcaller: “Not unless you… don’t want it anymore.”
 
Apple Basket: “Hey, ain’t that the horn you used to save me from that giant spider?”
 
Moonflower: “Oh yeah!”
 
Windcaller: “I… am glad to hear that it has served you well after all.”
 
You nod, and tell Windcaller that you will continue to treasure it. He nods back, seemingly satisfied, and after sharing some hugs and nuzzles with him, you let him continue on his way.
 
Your pocket watch indicates five to one. Some of the workshops have gone on a one-hour break.