“Because everydeer thinks that when I talk to them like this, and it is very tiring to go through the same song and dance each time. If you’d like, your Highness, write to a pony by the name Fancy Pants of the noble house of Blue Iron. He can confirm that you are not mad. Now, the message if you please?” The voice was polite and kind, but he could hear the strain behind it. He paused for a few more seconds before relenting. He nodded and vocalized his approval to hear the message.