Celestia sighed, staring at the question. I hardly remember that... That wasn't even a peace conference. We just got so drunk with those griffons that we decided to fuck that war and sign a treaty. She scratched her mane. Of course, Twilight wasn't alive at that time... But that idiot Magpie the Terrible fell off the stairs and snapped his neck on the second day of the binge... She slammed her head against the desk, causing a few students to look at her unsurely. We signed the treaty on the third... or maybe fourth day of the conference... And who the fuck was Raven of Nevermore?