Clinging to the upper end of the rock head-down and tail-up, with a wide canvas belt holding her fast, Ebonshield silently watched the goings-on below in the dimly lit, natural cave which hosted the storehouse of the Rookery of Canterlot. Beneath her lay a room full of barrels, crates, and sacks, with shelves full of mostly-imperishable items, arranged unevenly and with barely sufficient organization to get by.