User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-27161581-20170711130542

''Salty smiles broadly, one of his hooves ushering Goldfin inside in a slightly too friendly manner. The inside of Salty's room is as can be expected. The carpet is worn and threadbare, the wallpaper is peeling and moldy. There is a stool in one corner. and against the far wall is a small bed, surprisingly well taken care of. Furthermore there is a small rack on the wall, showing various sailing knots, and a small chest as well.''

Salty: "Aye, I can do that for ya. Ole Salty has scary stories that he's not proud of. It's only right I tell somepony else."

''With a hoof on Goldfin's flank, he guides her over to the bed, while he himself walks over to the stool, removing a pair of milk bottles from his chest. He sits down uncorking one of them.''

Salty: "Thirty-six years huh? Not sure that's a story you would like to hear."