"He's slow," Amaretto muttered. "No way the place can be so big it takes several minutes to answer the fucking door." 

"Patience," Theá chided in a whisper. "Lose it, and your hunt will fail, your prey will escape."

"This isn't a bloody hunt, it's me visiting him."

"Be that as it may, you still need to be patient... He's on his way." 

Amaretto didn't reply, he just kept silent and watched the door, his expression one that clearly spoke of not giving a flying fuck about anything. The door opened, and he looked down at what one could call an average unicorn stallion. He wasn't much to look at, not a lot of muscle which indicated lack of training or ever wearing armour. He looked, if anyone, like a mean bastard. He certainly didn't give the best impression of caring about niceties by the way he glared balefully at Amaretto. Or, well, he couldn't really see much in the way of the stallion's body, but judging by how he spoke and what little he could see of his face, he found that he lacked the grittiness that he had come to associate with soldiers. Either that, or he was just a guy with a stallion body and a foal's face. 

"I've come for none of those things," he said, voice calm yet powerful. "Rumours are abound with a stallion named Silver-something who has been working with resurrection. I'm looking for him, and what you said certainly makes you sound like a doctor so I'll just assume that you're him. I've come to buy your services; I lost most of my friends and family in a Whitegold raid a while back, and I want them back." He paused for a moment, studying what little he could still see of Scalpel's face. "And I can pay, not in gold or gems, but something else. Something far more valuable."