The day had almost become night as Ksirafai saw his train coming towards him. He had been wandering towards canterlot on foot along the train tracks as walking was to him a more enjoyable way to travel. Sadly walking had the issue that i took to long, and he would not waste time. On his back he whore his lute and around his hind leg he had a small bag with a few tickets and coins. His long coat had been become a dirty mess and his mask had become worn and old. But even so he stood their next to the train tracks proud and somewhat content. After taking a deep breath he watched the train roll on by until the last cart past him.
[I]''Now''[/I] He jumped with the speed of a timber wolf, getting himself on the train and then getting inside at the carriage furthest back. A train pony who saw this feat almost dropped his jaw as Ksirafai walked by him

[I]''How much for a ticket''[/I] 
[I]''Ahh.....3 bits''[/I] Ksirafai dug in his prose for 3 bits to hand over. The train pony looked at him like most ponies do
[I]''Why do you wear that mask?''[/I] Ksirafai looked up on him
[I]''I got attacked by a griffin. It ripped my face so horrible that i forged this mask to hide it....Do you want see?''[/I] The train pony backed off as Ksirafai walked in to the more public carts. Again all the seats where taken witch left him with little choice but to stand next to a window. 

He turned around and looked, next to him stood another pony with a puppet on strings as her cuite mark. 
[I]''Your a performer?''[/I]