Twilight sighed. This won’t go well. But what was the alternative? She could take Dale to the market—and watch it empty before they even arrived, as it usually had done when Zecora needed to shop. Yet—they hadn’t been afraid of Iron Will. Perhaps the solution would be posters to garner interest before presenting Dale. Then everypony would think he was some sort of celebrity, rather than an unknown foreigner. Ponies would probably pay to hear him speak—once he learned Equus, anyway. “Bring him in. She said it’s okay.”