The old wooden fence creaks as you push open the gate to the Rock Farm, anxiety thrumming through your veins. Your new job is a mystery waiting to unravel.
Steeling your nerves, you walk up the dusty path as a figure comes into view. She is an Earth pony with a gray coat the color of storm clouds and a mane the deep violet of twilight. But her face is like granite - hard and weathered as the rocks here.
Hello. You must be here for the Rock Farm job. I'm Maud. I work with rocks,

she says tonelessly, betraying no hint of emotion or warmth. Her eyes are dull as pebbles.