User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160830045822

''After several savage moments the food is gone, and the victors flee down alleyways with their ill gotten scraps, while the losers nurse long gashes, and broken legs. Not a scrap of food is in sight, but now dozens of eyes turn to Goldfin. A beautiful and well dressed mare does not simply walk through these parts of town without supervision. A symphony of cat calls and wolf whistles greet her, along with lots of leers.''

Bartender: "Nope...why ya askin' for snitches."

The young mare promptly loses her meal on the floor, and the bouncers begin to close in.