The Battalion Commander's office was a large, elegantly furnished room, standing out distinctly from the fairly modest hallways of Fort Newcastle-upon-Mare's 'Building C.' There was a huge red carpet covering almost the entirety of the hardwood floor, and a set of large leather club chairs in the center of the room. To the left, an elegant gilt fireplace screen in the shape of a peacock's feathers caught her eyes, standing in front of a roaring fire. On the right, a marble-topped buffet server bore a number of exotically-shaped decanters and bottles of what was surely alcohol. In one of the club chairs sat a young, thin Earth Pony colt, clutching a tumbler of brown liquid in his left hoof and an unlit cigarette in the other, with one eyebrow cocked in Artemis’ direction.