"There you go..." she said before looking to the side, idly studying their surroundings. "A little bird told us something we need was in the possession of... certain ponies, ponies who were also very interested in a certain human and that they might rear their heads at the festival. We needed a way in, if only to just identify who these ponies were and then track them down ourselves, and a way to stick close to you," she placed a hoof on his chest which he batted it away in irritation. She merely chuckled, "to ensure we found them. Imagine our surprise that it was this same 'Mistress' your little Crimson friend feared, and it was her they sought and that crown you took off of Fancy Pants they were after. All very interesting. I believe I'll have a few lings pay mister Fancy Pants a visit sometime soon. You really know how to end up right at the centre of a web, don't you Heartless? And I intend to exploit it."