You're far too tired to investigate the commotion, as intriguing as it may be.
Paying at the bar and taking your key, you head up the stairway to the upper floor where the rooms are located.
It's simple; just a bed, a small bathroom, and a table, but it'll do for the night. It's certainly more cozy than any inner-city hotel room could hope to be.
You relax back on the bed and rest your eyes for what quickly becomes a few hours.
The night begins to fall outside. The noise of busy ponies reduces to near-silence.
...and you're bored as fuck.
Staring at the ceiling is only entertaining for so long.
You figure there's still a whole town to explore. If you're going to be staying here, it's worth acquainting yourself with the place.
Perhaps Ponyville has some kind of nightlife?
Regardless, you grab your key and head out, passing down through the now slightly less rowdy pub and forwards to the entrance.
The night outside is surprisingly a little chilly for the middle of summer, but pleasantly still.
It's so quiet - a kind of quietude you could never hope to experience in the city.
In fact, there really aren't a lot of ponies around. A few here and there heading back from work to their homes, but the streets are largely unoccupied.
There's still a lot this town has to offer you, and it may even be more interesting to see what's what at night.
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