Her eyes shot to a large wooden pallet covered with a multitude of small barrels. Four of those, labelled as different varieties of vermouth, were brought in today, by Dusts working for a merchant Rock of the Guild of Vintners, Distillers, and Brewers, whom Ebonshield had paid a tidy sum to have them hauled here by a Rock of the Guild of Orchardists, under the conceit that they were not laden with wine, but actually full of almonds and pistachios, the higher taxes and tariffs on which the Orchardist merchant mare wished to avoid. And Ebonshield had paid that Orchardist a hefty fee to store what he thought was some of her own smuggled-down Equestrian liquor, to be resold at a profit on the Rookery's black market at a later date.