"The name's Pot Luck, and yours?" >"Azura. Azura Ice," she answers, sounding a bit hoity-toity for a second.
"And do you normally great newcomers by blinding them and yelling at them?" >"It wasn't to blind you, that spell was to reveal your true form. In retrospect, I suppose I should've realized a changeling wouldn't take the form of some...ordinary-looking stallion. They are far more insidious than that." >You try and take that as something of a compliment. You just hoped not every pony in this town is as unhinged as this one seems to be. >True to her word, Azura leads you to the south end of town where she finally stops before what you presume to be The Last Wink. It was hard to tell as the sign was half-destroyed with charred edges suggest fire being the culprit. You could make out 'wink' you believe.
"Just a broken sign," you sigh, "not a big deal." >"Wait until you see the inside." >You go to open the door, but the moment you put even a bit of pressure against it, it falls off its hinges and lands on the ground with a heavy thud. Inside you could see what Azura was talking about - old tables and chairs were strewn across the place in an absolute disarray, most of which destroyed or broken apart to some extent. And there was a goddamn hole in the ceiling leading to the second floor. You had seen pictures of warzones that looked tidier than this.
"What happened here?" >"I think it was the manticore...or was it the cultists? Or was it the cultists with the pet manticore. It's so hard to remember these days," Azura replied. "I'll...um, take a rain check on the free drink."