“You’ll get used to it. Just because we’re night guards doesn’t mean duty only begins with the rise of the moon,” he said. They had visited the inn and met with the friendly landlord and his son, the apparent saviour of the ponies in the mine. It was there they had finally gotten a good description of the two adventurers that had shown up to help liberate the mine, as the pair had stayed at the inn while they licked their wounds. Apparently, it was quite a tale, and the blue unicorn was apparently quite modest about his own part in the affair. His marefriend was having none of it, however, and practically gushed with praise.