She was shy...it had to be his assassin outfit. Most ponies did for good reason get uneasy in his presence. The mask dint make thing's better as he turned towards the window, looking outside as the water splattered on the window. He was glad he got out of the rain before it got serious. His mask got awfully tight in moist weather. He looked at the timid pony again, she was smaller then him so he had to look down. 
[I]''I make my living of playing now a days...so yea. I suppose your right miss?''[/I] 

It was odd that Ksirafai once the greatest assassin pony of channellings this side of the mountains now was reduced to a simple entertainer. Perhaps it was good..after all he was getting older...removing changelings was a young colts game. He had even trouble now a days telling them apart from normal ponies. Back in his heyday he could spot a sifter from a thousand miles. Good that he knows his lute then, since his travelling expenses are now all paid by it. But that was not why he was here now was it?
[I]''Indulge me miss...why are you going to canterlot?''[/I]