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At the beginning of a rainy night, lightning flashing across the sky and winds battering the manes of all the ponies who dare to roam at this hour, a small wooden establishment, identified only by a large sign of an open book being written by a beautiful white feather of some kind of bird of prey, illuminates the streets and seems to offer some kind of shelter for the brave who walk during the night. Upon entering, the atmosphere smells strongly of coffee, old books, and cinnamon caramel. A library, of course, is easy to identify either by the large shelves filled with books or by the simple, handmade welcome mat, where the words “Be quiet, for you have just entered the Morcegosa Library” are written in elegant cursive. The crackling of a fireplace catches your attention, and as you move toward it, you find a dark-coated pony with gray hair despite his youthful appearance, a gentle smile with... fangs? Maybe you're seeing things. The pony adjusts his glasses, takes a sip from the mug of coffee on the table where he is sitting, and then says, “Boa noite, my name is Datchi! Welcome, how can I help you in this late-night study session?” #rp