I woke up on the warm stone floor of my room, feeling mostly refreshed, slightly sore, and a bit confused. “Why are my feet under the bed? . . . . Oh, right, I was doing sit ups. And a whole lot of other exercises after supper.”

I got to my feet and did a few stretches, working all kinds of kinks out of my body. Neck, arms, back, legs, and back to the back again. “Oh, that feels good. What time is it anyways?” Without any windows, I couldn’t look outside. “It can wait a bit.” As I started gathering some clean clothes, the call of nature struck. “Convenient timing.”

After tending to the call, I went straight to the shower, turning the water to maximum heat. “Now this feels good.” As I started washing myself, my thoughts turned to Ponyville. “Things won’t be the same. Everyone’s going to be in recovery mode. Rehab and therapy, I think Twilight said.” I slowed down as I finished an arm. “And Rarity’s going to be the worst of it. It’ll take a miracle to get her back to normal.”

I let my thoughts simmer as I continued washing myself, much slower than normal. Finally, I finished my legs, sitting down, and a realization crashed into me. “It took a citywide emergency to get me out of my house.

“But I go out all the time.

“To get things for work or run laps around town. When was the last casual conversation I had?

“. . .

“I am such a shut-in. A shut-in workaholic.” The chuckles from the contradictory description turned into sobs as I realized just how accurate of a description it was.

As soon as I walked into the dining room, Celestia greeted me. Luna and Twilight were there too. “Good afternoon, Yang. . . Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I sat down at the open spot at the table, seeing a pasta salad in front of me, the colorful vegetable bits occasionally interspersed with a pink cube of ham.

The alicorns looked at me for a bit. “Are you not hungry?” The concern and worry was clear in Celestia’s voice.

I looked up, gave Celestia a tired look, gave a tired sigh, and looked back at the food in front of me. “No, not really.”

A gold shod hoof on my chin gently lifted my head up, and I looked into Celestia’s eyes. “Your eyes. . . They’re all red and puffy.” She looked to Twilight and Luna, giving a subtle gesture with her head. Two sets of hooves made their way out of the room, and after the doors closed, Celestia spoke, firmer than before, but no less gentle. “Tell me, Yang.”

“What?”

“Something’s on your mind. Please, tell me what it is. I’m here for you.”

Even after the hoof was removed, I couldn’t look away from the Princess, and I started talking. “I. . . I’m a shut-in workaholic.” My voice started shaking as the tears returned. “It - it took me a week to notice something was wrong. I saw the signs and did nothing! I could have helped so much sooner!” In my sorrow, I grabbed Celestia’s peytral and pulled her towards me. “How could I have been so. . . So. . .”

“Ignorant?”

“Ignorant! How?” As I broke down into tears against Celestia’s neck and began tightening my grip in the peytral, she gently wrapped her wings around me.

After what felt like an hour of crying my eyes out again, but was probably only a couple minutes, I was down to simple ragged breathing. Celestia took the chance to talk to me. “If it’s any comfort to you, I once made a similar mistake myself.”

I looked up at her, somewhat disbelieving. “No.”

Celestia nodded. “Yes, I did. Have you ever heard the tale of The Mare in The Moon?”

“No. The moon’s just a solid soft white here.”

“Over a thousand years ago, Luna and I ruled from the castle in the Everfree. Ponies frolicked, worked, and had fun during my days. During Luna’s nights, everypony was asleep, and there was no praise for the effort she put into her work. Ponies also came to associate the night with monsters, and Luna didn’t like that either. For days, weeks, months, years, that was how things were. Luna, in her jealousy and anger, became Nightmare Moon. We fought, and I had to use the Elements of Harmony, banishing her to the moon for a thousand years. Through my ignorance, I turned Equestria from a diarchy into a monarchy. Every night for those thousand years, I paid for my ignorance, alone and with a reminder of what I’d done every time I moved the sun and moon. A few years ago, Luna was finally cleansed of the evil I had allowed to ferment and grow, and since then, things have been much better between us. If anything, she seems to get more praise than I do now, more often than not.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes. Three months after her return, I was teaching her about the modern laws, and she was getting terribly confused. Something snapped in her, she calmly grabbed one lawbook, a quill, and some ink, and started going through it, writing something on nearly every page and going through three inkwells in the process. That was the beginning of the current and ongoing project of regulation reductions and redundant law removal. Something she’s gotten lots of praise for.”

The story had gotten me to forget some of my sorrows, and something clicked as I eased my grip on the peytral. “And it just kind of happened while she was gone, I presume?”

“Yes, it did. . . I suppose I was ignorant of that happening in front of me too. At least something’s being done about it now.”

“And that’s good.” I let go of the peytral and saw imprints of my hands in the metal. “Uh, Celestia?”

“Yes, Yang?”

“I may have, uh, damaged your peytral.”

“Hm?” Celestia floated her peytral off and looked at it. “So you have,” she observed with a casual tone. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble for that. I have more I can wear while this one gets fixed.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding when the fact that I wasn’t in trouble sunk in. “Thanks.” My stomach, tired of sitting on the sidelines, spoke up loudly right afterwards. “I guess it’s food time now.” I went back to my seat and quickly started on my lunch. “Mmm, thish is ghood,” I said around a mouthful of the pasta salad.

“I’ll let the chefs know.” Celestia rang a bell, and a chef came out of the nearby kitchen. As I continued my meal, Celestia spoke with the chef, and he started beaming with pride.

Meanwhile, Luna and Twilight were walking through the halls, the former’s chambers their destination. As they did that, they were also discussing a theory. “Could you explain it again, Twilight?” Luna asked. “I’m afraid I didn’t understand all of it.”

Twilight sighed and rolled her eyes before explaining her idea a second time. “There’s a theory in magical research that, during a foal’s first year, their magic, little as it may be, is ‘formless’, making it wild and unpredictable. This tends to stop around a foal’s first birthday, and the theory states that the magic has settled down due to the ambient magic, activity in the environment, and the absorption of magic from milk, food, and other edibles. The theory also claims that this first year of experience also plays a significant part in the development of a pony’s special talent, though not enough to predict it.”

“Is there not a counter theory to that saying that the foal simply learns how to control their magic on their own and that there is no link to a special talent?”

“There is, and I’ll get to that later. Anyways, Yang’s been here for almost a year, and hasn’t developed any magic on her own.”

“What about the music magic she has? That kicked off some research efforts into the subject.”

“That came from direct exposure to an unnaturally high concentration of music magic during her fight against the Unmusician. In the days that followed, she was struggling with it, showing her inexperience with magic, like a foal. After I helped her, she learned how to control it, and I’d be willing to bet she uses it in the kitchen to help keep things going on occasion.”

“Back to your original theory.”

“Right. As I said before, this is just a guess based on theories and speculation, but I think Yang might develop some magic of her own around the end of the month. I have no clue what it would be like, as there’s nobody like her in this world, nor does the world on Sunset’s side of the mirror have any references in their media to her.”

“So she might develop some kind of magic around the end of the month simply because she will have been here for a year, but you have no idea what kind it would be. Is that right?”

“Yes. It could also simply not happen, and just wind up just being speculation on my part. ” Twilight stopped and looked around at the hallway. “I think we may have missed your chambers, Luna.”

Luna looked around the hallway. “So it would seem. Fortunately, we are not far.” Luna and Twilight turned around and began the short walk back to the diarch’s doors. “If you were to guess, what kind of abilities would Yang develop?”

“Following the first theory, the environment shaping the magic through the first year, I would say something with cooking. The fact that she spends a lot of time doing just that is also a contributing factor, along with her rather peaceful personality. Of course, I could be wrong and she might get cryokinetic abilities instead. Or nothing. If she did get something, she would likely be able to bring it under control in three days or so, possibly without realizing it.”

“Ice magic would be quite ironic with her. Then again, it could be just the thing she needs to counter that cold weakness of hers.” Just then, they came to Luna’s doors. “Ah, here we are. Have a good day, Twilight.”

“Sleep well, Luna.”

“-And that was the moment I realized that Blueblood had no idea what a donut even was,” Celestia concluded.

I blinked at her a few times as I wrapped my head around Celestia’s story. “O~kay then. I’ve heard of stupidity and ignorance, but not knowing what a donut is at fifteen is new.”

“To this day, I still occasionally wonder how it happened. Still, I’m glad to see you’re feeling better now.”

“Yeah. I guess a good laugh about a noble is always a good thing. So, is there anything you need from me today?”

“Well, there is a meeting of the nobles that I will be heading in a couple hours. I’m sure Fancy and Fleur would love to see you join us at the foal table.”

“Foal table? Wait. . . That’s the small one you brought in to work at while the others planned their vengeance on me, right?”

“Correct.”

I took a moment to consider her offer. “I’ll pass on it. As much fun as it could be, I’d rather not get involved. Can I just, I don’t know, go join the guards for training or something?”

“Hmm. . .” Celestia tapped a hoof to her chin as she considered my request. “Under normal circumstances, the answer would be No. However, you are a national hero-”

“As much as I’d rather forget it,” I said under my breath.

“-And you have proven yourself to be quite able to handle yourself.”

“It’s legal stuff getting in the way, isn’t it?”

“Always,” Celestia admitted with a sigh. “There’s all kinds of laws on the books regarding liability that come into effect when somepony gets hurt, especially in the guard. The way they’re written, it’s possible for two privates to get into a fight, cause thousands of bits in damage to their camp, and only the pony in charge of the camp would take any heat.”

“That’s messed up.”

“Fancy and Fleur have been working on a replacement for it, and are trying to keep it under ten pages. So far, they’ve gotten it down to thirteen, which is still a big improvement over the fiftyish pages it currently is.”

I started considering the new information, considering what I could do that wouldn’t cause the potential for problems. Eventually, I made a decision. “I’m going out there anyways. Which way is it?”

Celestia pointed with a wing to the door I came in through. “That way, outside of course. Just listen and you’ll find it easily enough.”

“Thanks.” After bidding Celestia a good day, I left to find the training grounds for the guards.

I found the training grounds with ease, thanks to Celestia’s advice. The clanking of armor, marching of hooves, and shouts of drill instructors were unmistakable. One of the shouting instructors sounded vaguely familiar as well, though I couldn’t quite place where I’d heard it before.

I scouted around the edges of the camp, seeing armored and unarmored ponies running around the perimeter. The unarmored ones had more variety of color to them, and were made up of both mares and stallions. “Huh. Is that what they look like without armor?”

After settling in to watch from a tree, a devious plan started forming. “Okay, let’s see here. . . If I do this, either they won’t notice me, or they’ll scatter. One or the other.” A group of ponies, unarmored, started coming from one side of my vantage point. “Here goes.” As soon as the group passed me, I jumped down and started running with the back of the herd.

I hadn’t even made it five steps with them when a red unicorn mare with a pointy bright blonde mane and tail, in the span of only a few seconds, turned around, leapt at my face with a forehoof, swung around, hit me in the back of the knees, pinned my arms behind my back, and slammed my face into the dirt.

“Don’t worry, Sergeant Iron Hoof, I’ve got the intruder subdued!” the mare announced, her English accented voice full of pride and enthusiasm.

“Private Searing Victory, do you know who that is?” Iron Hoof’s voice was mostly level, though with a bit of anger to it.

“Sir, whoever it is, they almost got the drop on us.”

“DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS?”

“N-no Sir, I don’t.”

I was tired of my face being in the dirt, and I finally noticed that my legs weren’t being restricted by anyone or anything. Before Iron Hoof could answer, I decided to return Searing Victory’s favor. I quickly got up onto my knees and continued the motion backwards, giving the mare no chance to get out of the way before I slammed her into the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her gasp from the impact.

“That, Private, is Yang Xiao Long. You may have heard of her before.”

I looked the mare in the eyes as she looked at me with dawning comprehension. “Hi.”

“H-Hi,” Searing quietly said.

“Private Searing Victory, you are hereby dismissed from training,” Iron Hoof scolded. “I expect to see you in my office at 4 PM for appropriate recourse. Until then, you are to accompany Miss Xiao Long and do what she asks. Is that clear?”

“Yessir!”

“Dismissed.” Iron Hoof turned back to the rest of the herd. “Get going!” At his command, they resumed their run, the Drill Sergeant back in the lead.

I sat up, now free of Searing’s grip and letting her out from under me. “Well, that didn’t go as expected.”

“You were planning something all along?” Searing got up and sat next to me, still suspicious of my actions.

“Yeah. Just to join you guys and kill some time. I wasn’t planning on anyone attacking me like you did.”

“I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?”

I shrugged. “Eh, nothing my aura can’t take. Compared to getting punched into a cliff, it wasn’t all that bad.” I got to my feet and Searing got to her hooves at the same time. “Certainly far from pleasant though. You’ve got moves.”

“Thanks, Miss Xiao Long.” Silence reigned for a moment. “Soooo, is there anything you would like me to do for you? We have a couple hours before I have to be at the Sergeant’s office.”

I thought back to my original intent of killing time with exercises. “How about taking me through some of the cleaner exercises?”

Searing Victory gave me a sharp salute. “Yes, Ma’am!”

At 4 PM, I walked into the Sergeant’s office with Searing slumped over my shoulder and a fair amount of dirt on both of us. Iron Hoof was there, and the trace of nervousness I caught before he put on his tough guy act turned to curiosity. “Dare I ask, Miss Xiao Long?”

“Depends on the question,” I said as I set the exhausted mare into a seat across from Iron Hoof.

Iron Hoof sighed before asking “What happened?”

“Well, it started with the wall climb, then things just went downhill from there.” I gently pulled a twig out of my hair. “I don’t know how it all happened either. I did learn something though.”

“What did you learn?”

“That being fireproof does not cover suffocation when the fire is on your face.”

Iron Hoof scrutinized my unburned face for a few seconds. “And how did that happen?”

“Heat of the moment, Sergeant,” Searing said. “Escalation of dares, she said she was fireproof, and I tried to set her face on fire. Turns out she really is fireproof.”

The Sergeant sighed and massaged his temples before asking another question. “I’ll look at the damage reports later. Searing Victory, this is the third time this month your jumpiness has gotten you into trouble, and so I see no choice: you are hereby discharged from the Canterlot boot camp.”

That caught Searing’s attention. “What!?”

“I already told you why, and I’ve already filed the paperwork to make it official.”

“Well, that went south really fast,” I thought as I saw Searing’s face fall.

“B-but I don’t have anywhere else to go!” Searing pleaded.

“Big heart, stay out of this. . .”

“I don’t care about that, Searing,” Iron Hoof firmly stated. “I don’t care where you go or what you do once you’re out. You have thirty minutes to get your things and get out of camp.”

“Y-yessir!” Despite her exhaustion, Searing quickly picked herself up and ran out the door to follow her orders.

A few seconds after the door closed, Iron Hoof turned to me. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Miss Xiao Long.”

My gaze lingered on the door for a bit. “Yeah. . .” Meanwhile, the idea of helping Searing Victory, and possibly hiring her, was at direct conflict with my not wanting to get involved with her. I put the conflict aside and turned back to Iron Hoof. “How have you been since my mistaken enrollment?”

“Things have gone well. The recent batch of recruits has been a mess though. Searing is only the latest dismissal.” He looked into my eyes for a moment, as if reading them. “I really don’t care what happens to her. If you care, then by all means, go help her yourself.”

“He doesn’t care, nobody else in the guard probably cares, so I can help her without worry.

“Shut up, Brain. It’s not my place to get involved with her.

“Not even just to help get her hooves back under her?

“No!

“Couldn’t you use another bartender?

“Well. . .

“Aegir, Fuzz, and Doodle can teach her. And, with her training, she can also act as security. The nobles are after you anyways, so she could also be a bodyguard. Killer instincts, efficient moves, and passion for the job.

“But-

“She would be a worthwhile investment in the business, and your safety.

“. . . You win his time, Brain.”

“Miss Xiao Long?”

“Huh? Oh.” I snapped myself from my thoughts. “Sorry, had a bit of a brainstorm there. Arguing with myself. Did you say something?”

“I asked how you’re holding up. I heard about that thing in Ponyville yesterday, and how you fought with the Princesses.”

“It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t fun. But at least it’s over with and things can go back to normal. Speaking of which, I still need to catch a train back home.”

“Get going then.”

“Right. Have a good day, sir.” I left the office without another word, a simple plan already forming in my head.

I hadn’t been leaning on the post by the gate to the camp for even a minute when Searing Victory walked out, looking like her world had just ended. For the first time, I got a good look at her cutie mark: a blue ribbon on a gold trophy engulfed in flames. It was rather fitting of her name.

“Hey,” I casually said as she walked past.

“What do you want?” Searing asked, her voice both sad and a bit ticked off.

“First, I want to say I’m sorry.” Searing stopped when she heard that. “I didn’t think anyone would react the way you did, and in hindsight, my whole idea to join the guard training like that was dumb. If I hadn’t jumped in like that, well, you’d still be there.”

“You think?” I could almost taste the bitterness in the remark.

“Yeah. I’d also like to offer you some help.”

“You think I’d want your help after what you did?”

“How about hearing out my offer before deciding?”

Searing turned around to face me, and for a few seconds, said nothing. Finally, she broke the tension. “Alright, I’ll listen to your offer.”

“Come to Ponyville. I can offer you a job and help you get on your hooves there. With your guard training and skills, you would also be pretty good at spotting trouble and intervening if needed. The bartenders I already have can teach you the skills needed there. The pay is really good, and I’d even be willing to let you stay in the guest room until you get your own place.”

Searing thought my offer over for the better part of a minute before answering. “I’ll give it a shot.”

“Excellent.” With the offer accepted, Searing and I started on the path to the train station. “Say, do you have any family?”

“Yeah, but they’re all in Scoltland.” Searing’s voice picked up an edge of anger. “Bunch of drunk pacifists who wouldn’t notice a manticore if it was eating them. I ran away three years before I got my mark, it was so bad.”

“When did you get your cutie mark?”

Searing looked up in thought, her mood already leaving the anger. “I was about six-”

“You ran away when you were three?”

“Yeah, I was. Anyways, I’d found myself in an illegal fighting ring in the Minotaur Kingdom, real bad place, and I was making a name for myself in my division. A blank flank unicorn filly who fought more like an earth pony, beating young minotaurs that were twice my height. And let me tell you, I grew up fast while I was there.” When Searing mentioned it, I looked her over and noticed that she was a bit taller than average, probably even a couple inches taller than Twilight. “So they upped the ante and sent in two minotaurs to fight me.”

“How did that go?”

“I fared well against them, but fighting both at once was tiring me out and they were winning. I was aiming to simply knock one back with a telekinetic shove, but I did something different and wound up hitting one of them with red hot magic, giving him a minor burn. I did it again and, after using it a few more times, discovered my talent with the stuff and won that fight. Then they threw me out. Literally. I probably got a couple minutes of airtime before landing.”

“That’s a strong throw.”

“Yep. They didn’t call him ‘Catapult’ for nothing.” My mind briefly wandered back to the Iron Ring tournament, and I considered the possibility that this Catapult guy was Jupiter. “The landing was rough, but I came through alright. I picked myself back up, got to the Twin Horns Bay, made it here, and I’ve just been going around from place to place since then, mostly boot camps around Equestria. Never lasted more than three months at any of them.”

“Huh.” My hope at her being around the Carne Den started diminishing at that. It was also at that moment that I realized something. “And I just realized that my things are still at the castle.”

Searing perked up a bit and asked, “Want me to get them for you?”

“No, I can do it. I’m pretty fast myself.” I turned onto a road that faced the castle and started up it.

Searing persisted and was right next to me. “Look, if I’m working for you, I should do things for you. That’s how it works.”

I picked up the pace a bit. “Yeah, but only at work. These are my things, so I will take responsibility for getting them.” Searing still kept even with me, though I could tell she was getting tired again.

The race was on.

Both of us stumbled and collapsed from exhaustion onto the stone floor of the castle’s entrance when we got there, the race turning out to be a tie. The floor was a bit chilly for my liking, so I moved over to the carpet and felt a bit better.

Before long, a mare came up to us. “Do you two need something?”

“Water,” Searing panted out.

“That sounds good,” I got out between breaths.

The mare motioned with her head towards one of the guards, who went off to get the water. “Is there anything else?”

I had to wrack my brain for a moment before I remembered why I needed to come to the castle. “Yeah, I left my things here.” The guard who left to get the water looked back when he heard me, and he and the mare nodded before he went on his way.

“It will be taken care of.”

Before I could object, the mare was helping Searing and me get to more normal sitting positions, apparently not caring that we were in the middle of the floor, and that there was dirt coming off of us. “I am definitely taking a shower when I get home.”

A couple minutes later, the guard came back, carrying a couple canteens of water and my bag. After giving the items to us, he went back to his post. Searing almost tore the cap off of hers before chugging the contents while I drank mine at a more sedate pace.

Once we were done, the mare took the empty canteens to her desk and sat down behind it. “Go ahead and take a few more minutes to rest, but of you’re there much longer, I will have you escorted out.”

It didn’t take too long for Searing and I to recover to the point where we could walk, and so we saw ourselves out with no fuss. We also agreed to just walk to the train station. During the walk, I checked the bits I had with me and saw that I had enough for two tickets to Ponyville and some onboard snacks.

During the trip, I formally interviewed Searing, teaching her what I could about bartending along the way. She paid close attention to what I told her, and asked a few clarification questions as well. After that was done, we had some snacks, and I admitted my sudden want of a bodyguard. She was rather accepting of the idea, though a bit nonplussed that I hadn’t said it upfront.

Ponyville wasn’t as much of a mess as I was dreading. There were more ponies than usual, medical by the looks of it, and they were already helping affected ponies get back to normal. Most of it was simply walking and joint movements, though there was one unicorn who was working on his magic.

“So, is this normal for Ponyville?” Searing asked as we walked to the Carne Den.

“No, it isn’t,” I answered. “A big thing happened here recently, ended yesterday, and. . . You know what, just keep an eye on the paper. It’ll probably be on the front page.”

Moments later, we entered the Carne Den and were promptly greeted by Honey Suckle. “Hello, Yang.” She looked between Searing and I for a moment. “Did you find somepony. . . Special?” she teased.

I gave her a flat glare. “No. It’s a complicated story for why she’s here, I’ll let her tell it if she wants. She’s going to be a new bartender. Aaaand I just realized that she’ll need a uniform fitting the position.”

“Is there a problem with that?” Searing asked, having caught the disappointment in my voice.

“No, except the mare who makes our uniforms is probably out of commission right now.” I dismissed Honey Suckle with a wave of my hand in the direction of a guest who needed something. “We can still start your training at the bar.” I lead Searing over to the bar, both of us taking a seat at it.

“Who’s the blonde, boss?” Fuzz asked when she came over.

“I’m the blonde. This is Searing Victory, and she’s going to be a new bartender.”

Searing stopped gaping at Fuzz and turned to me. “You never told me you had a dragon as a bartender.” She looked between Fuzz and me a couple times.

I awkwardly rubbed the back of my head as I answered. “Yeah, kind of slipped my mind. Anyways, Searing, this is Fuzz. She will start you down the honorable path of bartending.”

“I wouldn’t call it honorable, Yang,” Fuzz snarked.

“The, uhm, somewhat messy and slightly prestigious position of bartending?”

“I’ll accept that.”

“You change it every time. Anyways, she doesn’t have a uniform yet, go ahead and start teaching her anyways. I need to take care of a few things.”

“You got it, Boss.” As I left to go upstairs, I could hear Fuzz give a less than subtle warning to Searing about trying to make fireball whiskey.

After setting my bag in my room and changing to some cleaner clothes, I checked the guest room to make sure it was ready for use. “When was the last time I dusted in here?” There was a decent layer of dust on everything. The bed, desk, chair, wardrobe, everything had dust on it. “I’ll check on Rarity first.”

I walked into Carousel Boutique and was promptly greeted by the sight of Rarity laying down on a fainting couch, a counselor sitting by her head, notepad and pen in his magic, and a pegasus mare, working on moving Rarity’s joints.

“Miss Belle, we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t talk with us,” the stallion said.

“Is this a bad time?” I politely asked.

The counselor looked up. “Ah, Miss Xiao Long. I do apologize, but Miss Belle is a tad. . .”

“Catatonic?” the mare suggested.

“Yes, catatonic. We’ve been able to get her to eat, at least. I’m afraid that any business you may have here will have to be put on hold for now.”

“Darn,” I pouted. “Is there any estimate on how long it’ll take for her recovery?”

“Hopefully, just a week, but this kind of case is unprecedented, so we don’t know.”

“Ah. Well, thanks. I’ll check in regularly. Thanks.” With that, I left to go back home to prepare the guest room.

Author's Notes:

And so we come to the consequences of the golem's attack. And some other stuff too.