He hadn't left his sister's pathetic little shack she called home because of her ugly beau, he had left so he wouldn't punch the shithead in the face and clue his sister in on his true nature. He was in a foul mood because of this... "Pony," fellow, if that was even his name. Piss-ant, not even fit to lick the dog shit off of his boot! He would have to deal with that devil at some point, probably even find a way to rid the world of the son of a whore once and for all.

He entered his favorite haunt, The Diamond Pony, his pride and joy. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, and the Madame came rushing forward, "We have a problem, Master."

"Not now," he growled.

"Yes, now." And she proceeded to tell him of things.

"Bring her to me," he said with a snarl.

The Madame gave a satisfied smirk and headed off to retrieve Cora.