As Inkblot walked into his humble bookstore, his pet raven flew down from a bookshelf and perched himself on the pegasus's back. The store had a musty smell, and bookshelves lined every wall. The crimson carpeting reflected the lights of the lanterns hanging in the aisles in between the bookshelves gracefully. Papers littered the floor, and a mahogony desk sat at one end of the store, near the front door. Ink walked around the store for a short bit, making sure everything was in order. "Corvus, would you mind doing me a favor?" he asked his raven. The raven, now fast asleep, ignored him. "Nevermind then, I'll do it myself." Ink flew up, taking a book off of the top of a nearby bookshelf. He flew back down, and put the book back into its rightful place. "Okay! That should be all!" Inkblot said, heading toward the front window. He then turned the sign hanging in the window to "Open". He was prepared for a day of buisness, and hopefully other ponies would have interest in some books.