Peering closer, I discover the silver chains aren’t chains at all, but ribbons threaded through tiny holes in the bronze coins. Some appear long enough to wrap around an alicorn’s neck. Sure enough, when I pick one up, I spot the word Flighthaven stamped into the metal. Score. Quickly pocketing two, my attention snags on the papers. What could those be? Curious, I stroke the thick parchment with my fingertips. A hand clamps down on my shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing in my room?”
