It was Harmony Week. Once a decade Canterlot would hold a week-long festival that welcomed everyone of all sorts of species. It was the time to set aside differences and get together to have a good time. All over Canterlot one could see ponies of all sorts interacting with griffons, diamond dogs, and even an undisguised changeling here and there. Many have traveled great distances to be part of this celebration, and as such, many were adventurers. As you look around the tavern, you see near everyone carrying a weapon of sorts --some more concealed than others-- as they drink, eat, and laugh while sharing stories with one another.
You sit alone, exhausted from your own journey. You've got a hearty meal and a sizable drink in front of you. You take a mighty swig and as you set your mug down, the tavern door bursts open.
Suddenly, all is eerily silent. The air is cool yet stagnant. Everyone else in the room is frozen in place. You look down and find that your meal has rotten away into a pile of mush.