Forgath relaxed in his study.  It was a surprisingly simple room, just off the common area of his apartments and lined with shelves of books.  A fire blazed merrily in the hearth - the typical kind, rather than the balefire of the pillar - and the faint wisps of smoke that evaded the flue filled the room with a fond and earthy smell.  Forgath himself sat in one of the tall-backed chairs.  He was free of his armor (excepting his customary chain shirt) and paging slowly through an old arcane tome.  He'd read this one a few times already, but he was hoping to find some inspiration in the imported work; the ponies of Equestria had a different approach to magic theory, and he found it invigorating.