"In two parts." Fancy Pants smiled. "They don’t like you; I suppose you know that. You’re a stuck-up Canterlot noble, and you’ve directly offended a well-respected member of their community. You’re one of ‘them.’" He waved his hooves in the air to make his point. "But that doesn’t matter. Most of them don’t know you, and as long as you aren’t actively working against what they hold dear, they won’t think about you at all. For nearly everypony in town, you’re just another faceless noblepony who doesn’t know a thing about getting his hooves dirty and doing actual work."