User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160830043728

A few of the patrons glance up as Flashfire walks in, but quickly turn back to their drinks. Nothing to see here. Mind your own business. The thick smell of cheap liquor and old cigarette smoke strike's Flashfire's nose. Dirt and ash is caked onto the moldy barrels used for chairs. A pair of bounces sit at the bar, knives clearly visible. On closer inspection almost every pony has some kind of weapon, knives, old hatchets, and even a few with holsters.''

The pony quickly bounds after Flashfire, stumbling every now and again, quite green in the face, but knowing she'll get torn apart if she stays near the food.

Outside chaos erupts as dozens of ponies descend onto the unfinished food.