A unicorn pony with a well groomed black moustache and equally styled mane glanced about with his chartreuse eyes, noting where the patrons were. There was the group of henchmen-for-hire sitting in a booth while another few sat alone at the tables strewn about the floor, each nursing a glass of their favorite poisons. The only mare brave enough to come here sat at the counter, her cap pulled low over her mane of black and gray.

A few hoofbeats cracked through the silence as the silhouette entered the establishment and the doors swing shut behind them with a creak. They instantly shut the harsh outside light away, plunging the establishment into its darkened state. As the patrons tried to rub away the spots in their eyes, a couple managed to get a glimpse of the intruder before returning to their glasses.