In contrast to the shuttered windows, folded-down awnings, and near-empty streets of before, tonight there was a vibrant, colourful, noisy scene before them. Hundreds of batponies in civilian dress walked or flew around the great domed cavern, stopping at stalls that displayed all manner of wares. From one simple wooden shack up ahead labelled 'Herrero,’ Honour heard the working of a bellows and the banging of hammers on metal. Passing by, she glanced through the window, and saw rows of shining metal items on angled display tables -- horseshoes on pegs, nails in boxes, hinges piled up, and all manner of tools, from axes and picks to knives and spears.