User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-27161581-20170707041355

''The motel is about as dimly lit as they come, the thick smoke of the poorly ventilated interior assaulting Goldfin's nostrils. As her eyes adjust it is quite clear that the mare is inside some kind of bar, with griffons and ponies talking in gruff tones, while others exchange cuffs in the corner. Others are past out against the wall, likely having drank too much milk.''

Pony: "Close the door ya buffoon."