Built from a re-purposed storage warehouse, the Quill and Anvil Tavern is a two level building styled after old Scandineighvian "Long Stables" with some inspiration from Trottingham Public Houses as well.  It has exposed timbers, thatch roofing, all made to look old and aged but up to code beneath the facade.

Customers enter through a pair of large, heavy doors over which swings a carved sign in the shape of a flat-topped shield.  "Scrollwork" is spread across the top, with the name of the establishment written in an 'ye olde' style font and the shield itself boasts the Quill and Anvil cutie mark of it's owner.

The bottom floor has an open floor plan with three main eye-catching features.  To the far right is a small stage, and while no entertainment has yet to be presented it is there for a small band or single artist and their instrument.

Right in the middle and the most eye-catching is the fire pit, used both for light and warmth the stone pit is a conversation piece with long tables surrounding it and seats on the outer side of those tables.  While the fire pit does have a stone "bench" due to how it is built, that's really only usable as seating when the fire isn't lit as being that close might make the patron sitting there uncomfortably warm.

Far left would be the bar as well as entrance to the kitchen and the root cellar.
The bar is fashioned from thick, dark mahogany and polished to a shine.  There are low, pony-style stools as well as a low placed brass bar that acts as a hoof rest for bar patrons.  The wall behind the bar is lined with various bottles.

The rest of the first floor is dotted with heavy wooden tables and heavy wooden seats with comfortable cushions.

Opposite the front doors are two simple open door ways.  One, clearly marked, leads to the restrooms.  The other is a hallway that ends with three intricately carved doors; these doors lead to the three 'royal suites' that the Quill and Anvil offers, one for each Princess of Equestria: The Solar, Lunar and Star suites.

Each door is patterned with scenes that represent each Princess, as well as a carving of their cutie mark, and a large brass door handle.  Naturally each door has a corresponding key marked with the respective Princess' cutie mark.

The Second Floor holds rooms for rent, a mix of "single" and "Double" rooms, each with their own bathroom as well.
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[ENTER FROM:: SWEET APPLE ACRES]

Wordsmith was an easy pony to keep up with.  Not one for rushing if he could manage it, he and Beamer walked through town from Sweet Apple Acres.  The blue stallion pointing out things and places to the green stallion as they trotted at an amiable pace through town

Then, they were there... where ever Wordsmith was taking Beamer, which was apparently a two story building with a sign matching the mark on his flank carved beautifully into a piece of wood.

[ENTER FROM:: SWEET APPLE ACRES]

Beamer enjoyed the tour, taking particular interest in the local radio station. You never know when you might need a 100K Watt antenna.

He halted as his guide stopped in front of a medieval style building. One comparison between the symbol carved into the door and the mark on the blue stallion's flank told him all he needed to know.

"So I guess this is your place? Nice job on the retrofit."

Wordsmith blushed, smiling.  "Yeah" he said softly, looking at the building, "I poured every Bit I could into this building.  Money that my family gave me, every penny I earned with side jobs.  My winnings from a cooking contest.  All of it poured into the refitting, bringing up to code, all my business licenses."

"Stress... but I'm sure this is going to be worth it." He smiled, then he chuckled, "You read that letter you got outloud, and it included your name.  Moonbeam." he grinned

The larger stallion trotted for the wide, heavy, double doors and motioned back to Beamer, "Come on.  We'll get you set up in one of the single rooms on the second floor.  They have their own bathrooms, of course but no need for a kitchen, obviously."

Beamer frowned a bit as Wordsmith answered his question from earlier. "It's Beamer," he corrected as he followed the tavern owner inside.

In reply to Beamer (msg # 5):

Wordsmith blinked, recognizing that tone.  The frown was a give-away too.

"Ah.  Beamer, then." Was all he said, nodding.  After a moment though, "If it helps... I'm not a fan of 'wordie'.  That was used to tease me as a foal." he explained, using his magic to open the wide door.

Now Beamer was able to see the open first floor of the Quill and Anvil.  It was empty, so likely he hadn't opened it to the public yet.
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Beamer raised an eyebrow.

"What? No. Sorry. I just don't like that name because it's not really who I am anymore. Parents named me that because of my white coat, but I got tired of that so I went made a chromatic adjustment," the earth pony explained as he followed Wordsmith inside.

Upon entering the green stallion looked around taking a few moments to examine the interior decore. "So did you do this all yourself or did you contract out some of the work?"

"A full coat dying?" Wordsmith whistled, "Wow."
He shook his head, "No, I contracted out.  No way my fat flank could get up a work ladder, and no way I'm skilled enough to do work this good." he chuckled, tapping his temple, "I'm more an idea stallion."

Wordsmith pointed towards the bar, "You want a drink?  Got non-fermented stuff too."

"Milk, in a dirty glass," Beamer requested before adding with a smirk. "And you're assuming I dye my coat."

The self proclaimed chromatically adjusted pony took a seat at the bar and set his bags down on the stool next to him. "Also I'd ask those contractors for some of your money back."

Wordsmith paused, "... Milk, in a dirty glass?" he grinned, nodding and popping around behind his bar, going into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of milk and returning to Beamer.

"Well, yes" he said, speaking on the issue of dying coats.  As he talked he picked out a low, wide glass and set that on the bar's top, then pulled out a mortar and pestle.

He pulled out a chocolate chip cookie (having made a batch earlier to test his ovens) and popped that into the bowl, crushing it up.  Since he used his magic to move the pestle, he pulled out a bag containing fudge brownies and removed one from there with his hooves, breaking it into the glass and smushing it round with the pestle before pouring the broken cookie, getting the crumbs mixed in.

Wordsmith put more fudge brownie into a saucer and tipped the glass over, smushing the rim into it so it too would be covered.  Then he brought out some sugar-frosted corn flake cereal.  Crushing that up into the glass and onto the rim.

Then he poured the milk, fresh and cold, before putting it before Beamer, "I know, buttered toast crumbs are usually called for... but toast crumbs just bug me." he chuckled.

"You won't here any complaining from me," Beamer his host. He took a long sip from his glass. "Ooh that's good."

Wordsmith grinned, "Thought I was the only one who like that" he chuckled, "You don't dye?" he asked curiously.

The stallion got himself a pitch of ice water and a large mug, pouring himself water and taking a large drought, soaking his scruffy beard.

"Ahhh~" he groaned, still tired from hauling apples and, likely, overdoing it.

"Well I haven't quit cracked immortality yet," Beamer joked as he took another sip of his drink. "Also, I'd slow down on that water. Cold water after working in the hot sun all day and guarantee something will cramp up."

With a nod he took another drink, though a smaller one, "Yeah, I know, but thanks" he said, "I figured the slow walk here was a good cool down" he chuckled.

He rest his head on the bar, groaning, "Ugh.  I gotta stop overdoing things." he muttered to himself.  Looking to Beamer he sat up again, "So.  Will a single room be okay?" he asked

As he took another sip of milk and slid a bottle of aspirin from his bag over to Wordsmith. "Depends. How big is a single?"

"Thanks" he said, taking it and opening it for two pills, and drinking them down with a large gulp, "Single has a twin bed, a bathroom and a closet.  a dresser and a bedside drawer unit, and a small table.  Window with curtains too, of course"

"I was thinking more along the lines of square-footage but I guess that will," Beamer commented before murmuring to himself. "Though only one window will make for pretty poor ventilation. And those curtains will definitely have to go. Don't want a repeat of Las Pegasus."

The earth-pony sat like that for quite a few moments, his brow furled in deep thought. Finally he sighed in defeat. "Yeah I guess I'll take a single. Also do you allow smoking?"

"Only when I cook" Wordsmith grinned, sipping his ice water, giving him a gentle but stern look when he started talking about removing the curtains and "repeats".

"Do you need anything, a place to store stuff?" he asked, "Safe... stuff?"

"Nah almost everything I own is right here," Beamer declined as he patted his saddlebags on the stool next to him. As the observation he just made hit him it was Beamer's turn to wearily rest his head on the bar. "Everything else is tagged and bagged by the royal offices by now. Do they even know how long it took to assemble that kind of gear?"

"Maybe" Wordsmith shrugged, "I couldn't tell you."

He pat the green stallion's shoulder, "I traveled light myself when I came to Ponyville, so I know what it's like to leave a good chunk of things behind."
Granted it was willingly, and he wasn't shipped to Ponyville via 3rd rate post... but he could try to be sympathetic... right?

Poor Beamer, the least he could do was try to cheer the poor stallion up.

The earth pony lifted his off the table, "Well it's not a total loss." He pulled a scroll out of his bag and rolled it open revealing a rather detailed map of Equis. "I have a map marking my travels. This will just be a good excuse the go back and visit some old places. I'll just catch the first train out of... this... town..."

Beamer trailed off has he became acutely aware of anklet around his leg. "Right. Now I get it. Trying to limit me. Dang it. Excuse me for a second."

The green stallion swiveled around on his stool so he was facing away from his host. "CURSE YOU RUNCIPLE SPOON!" he cried out shaking a hoof angrily at the ceiling.

Wordsmith snickered, he really shouldn't have but... he couldn't help it.

"R-Runcible Spoon?" he stifled his laughter, or tried to, "fellow mad scientist?" There HAD to be a story here.  He could feel it.

"Hrm?" Beamer grunted spinning back around. "Fellow mad scientist? Nope. He's just my nemesis. I'm required to have one and blame a majority of my misfortunes on him by guild rules. Also, how'd you know I'm a practitioner of science!?"
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"Seems logical" Wordsmith chuckled, lightly amused by the stallion's antics.

"Let's get you a room" he motioned to the stairs leading up to the second floor, before rummaging behind the bar for a brass key

"Alright," Beamer agreed and fell into step behind the blue stallion. "One more question: is the building grounded against electrical strikes?".

"..." Wordsmith looked to Beamer, "It has a lightning rod if that's what you mean." he said warily and warningly.

How many times would he have to say "no shenanigans" to Beamer.

In reply to Wordsmith (msg # 26):

"Even better!" Beamer grinned. "Does room and board include access to the lighting rod too? I might need it to charge something."

The green pony continued in what he thought was a whisper but instead a normal indoor speaking voice. "I'll do it right this time too and the Secret Board of Shadowy Figures will not stop me!"
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As Wordsmith was negotiating with his new tennant, hoofsteps were heard outside moments before the front door to the establishment opened in haste.

An out-of-breath brown stallion with a darker brown mane and tail stood propped on his hind legs, bracing himself against both sides of the doorframe with his forehooves.

"Pardon me.... .. Gentlecolts...." he had clearly been traveling at a gallop.  He forced himself to catch his breath as he dropped back to all fours, but remained in the doorway.

"Neither of you happened to see anything out of the ordinary did you?"  He waggled forelegs in "hoof-quotes" around the phrase "out of the ordinary."

Wordsmith levitated over a pitcher of cool water and a large mug to the Doctor, offering him a drink to refresh himself, "Define... out of the ordinary..." he chuckled and gave a grin.

At least he didn't point a hoof at Beamer with a giant flashing sign and arrow.

Beamer froze staring like a deer in headlights at the Doctor as he burst through the door. A moment passed and the green stallion's brain rebooted itself at which point he started to panic. Thinking quickly he hid behind Wordsmith.

"Horseshoes. They found me. I don't know how. But they found me. You should probably get ready to run for it."

"That's his line" Wordsmith chuckled.

While he had only been in Ponyville a couple of months he had met with and spoken to this Doctor stallion. Amazed by the travels he had been on (having shared a couple of adventures with the portly blue stallion.

"You've nothing to worry about from the Doctor, Beamer." Wordsmith said, still holding the pitcher of water for the brown stallion

The Doctor played off Wordsmith’s kind words in defense of him toward Beamer, instead choosing to focus on the Taverkeeper’s initial question.

”Oh…. Just, odd little things like....  Equicidal garbage cans… Inexplicable gaps in short-term memory… Statues that muck about on their own… Inordinate numbers of shadows…..”  He cast his eyes toward the ceiling as he rattled off his list effortlessly.

”…. You know…. The usual.”

The portly tavern-keeper shook his head, "Nope.  Nothing like the usual."

"Calm down and sit down" Wordsmith pointed at Beamer then to a point on the floor, "You're -fine- Beamer.  Relax."

Beamer looked back and forth between the Doctor and Wordsmith. "You mean he's not with the Librarians?"

The stallion visibly relaxed. "Oh thank Celestia. I though this might have been Manehattan all over again."

"Goodness, no..." the Doctor replied to the question of whether or not he was a librarian.  "I've had some unfortunate experiences in a libray before...  He tapped his chin with a hoof.  "... Several Libraries, in fact.... Wonder why that is... hmmm..."

"... But no.  I am not a Librarian.  Though, I have been named a Curator on more than one occasion, interestingly enough..."

Pansy approached the Quill and Anvil at a light trot, carrying a basket full of greenery and blooms.  She slowed as she approached and saw the doors were wide open.  Did something happen?  Why would they be open, and at this time of day?  "Wordsmith?"  The tan pony poked her head hesitantly in the doorway, purple mane falling into her face.

She spotted him right away along with the Doctor and another pony she didn't recognize.  But she didn't enter the building much further than the doorway, hesitant to interrupt.  "I brought those herbs you wanted for your kitchen.  But I can come back later, if you're busy..."

"Busy, no no.  Just helping a pony get on his hooves, like you helped me" Wordsmith blushed as the mare appeared, cheeks warm and turning a little purple through his blue fur, "And I don't know if you've met The Doctor or not." he nodded to the other pony present.

Trotting over to Pansy he smiled, "Thanks, your herbs are gonna go great in my cooking, I couldn't ask for a better supply" he pressed his shoulder to hers in a gentle, friendly gesture

Beamer turned his head as the new mare strolled in with a basket of herbs. He studied her as she exchanged pleasantries with his generous host.

"She'll work," the inventor muttered to himself. He ambled over to her and introduced himself. "Salutations! I'm Beamer. Would you like to be my guinea pi- I mean assistant?"
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"Oh, that would be why I didn't recognize your guest,"  Pansy said with a glance toward Beamer.  "Who in Ponyville doesn't know the Doctor?  Oh, I also brought flowers for the tables.  I thought they might freshen up the place, but I realize now you probably don't have that many vases."

She was about to say more when Beamer came up and introduced himself.  The gardening pony looked a little startled at how forward he was.  "Nice to meet you, Beamer.  I'm Pansy.  Um, assistant?  Assistant for what?"  She glanced at the other two ponies in the room, confused.

"Oh I can get some vases" Wordsmith smiled, "Oh! I bet I could talk to Cheerilee, set up some kinda art project, and let the foals design vases and display them" he grinned wide and dorkily.

He poked Beamer with his right-back leg, "Beamer... this is Pansy, she helped me when I first got to Ponyville." he said in a tone that translated to 'I like her, behave'

"For SCIENCE!" Beamer answered the mare. His voice boomed and echoed a bit at the utterance of the word "science" and he held a hoof menacingly in the air for effect. "Think about it," the stallion continued as he shifted so he was standing next to Pansy. "Unlocking the mysteries of the universe, crafting new tools to help, not just ponykind, but allkind. Of course there will be the occasional creation of a monstrosity against all things natural, but that's what meat shield- I mean guinea pi- I mean assistants are for. But most importantly, laser teeth. Laser teeth as far as the eye can see."

As Beamer concluded he waved his hoof off over an imaginary horizon.