User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-27161581-20171202033959

''Humming softly to herself, the maid leads Maredevil to a heavy stone wall. The pony slips a hoof under a small catch and the door slides to the side, using some kind of sophisticated mechanical mechanism... and giving Maredevil a blast of relatively warm, and incredibly fresh air, a far cry from the stale cell of moments earlier. The stone floor gives way to soft carpeting, a luxury that the imprisoned pony hasn't seen in years. ''