Some things in the room were familiar, at least. Tonino and the other musicians were still dressed in their colorful clothes and seated in what must be their usual spot, next to Ignacio's little pulpit, though they had different instruments out. And the cranky old batpony sorcerer himself was there, too, though he sat in silence, wearing his black, blindfold-mask with its distinctive red fringe. Curiously, he appeared as much as anypony to be intently watching the scene with his blind eyes.