She shook her head and rubbed her muzzle and looked around. The place was wall to wall with ponies and griffons. There was music coming from somewhere in the back on the far side of the log fire pit that took the centre of the tavern. The upstairs was visible only through four latticework walls above a square hole in the second floor, leading to open latches in the tavern’s steepled roof to let the smoke filter out. The latticework had glass panes to keep the smoke from bothering the patrons above.