In a world bristling with innumerable electronic devices all calling home to their manufacturers, one of the few places that beings of the Sierra Nevada Bounty Board could speak freely without risk of an inconvenient visit by the authorities was the speakeasy of their ramahackle 'tavern'.Hailing from all across society and geographic, the beings of the Bounty Board could be anything from your average pony fallen on hard times to experienced mercenaries and those of a more ideological stance.

For a pony from the upper-end of Canterlot, Skyfall's views upon society weren't always the most aligned with those of a more worldly mindset, with Silent Spring being one notable example of such. It was all too easy for a mare whom served in the murky depths of NightRain to believe they knew better than one whom spent their life on the streets, and so their debates evolved into arguments to liven the tavern's atmosphere.

In an ill-judged attempt to extend an olive branch to the opposing view, Skyfall drew from, observed examples in the bar and offered to hoof-wrestle the kirin to settle their disputes. Silent Spring, understandably didn't take to the thought of pitting mere muscle and bone against Skyfall's hydraulically powered polymer prosthetics, and tipped the scale in her favour with just a little sly magic, or so she thought.

The sound of augmented cybermare hitting the counter was only matched by the crack it left in the bar-top, and the clamour of scrabbling hooves as the two scarpered into the perpetual night.