The entirety of the Skymount Alchemists Guild, foremost in their field in all of Griffonia and largest collection of alchemists in the western High Kingdom, stopped what they were doing and stared. The black-cloaked, snow-specked, blood-red unicorn pony gave them an appraising look as she lowered the tarpaulin after herself and scanned the room. It was actually what remained of the ground floor and floor above it, with the griffons, twenty five in all, clustered in with various parts with broken equipment, bags of reagents, and in various states of singed feathers and fur.