Twilight magically lifted a teacup to her mouth.  She was again glad to be a unicorn, because her hooves were still trembling.  She couldn’t shake her jitters.  The events of late replayed over and over in her head, despite her best efforts.  The day's shocks flashed in her mind’s eye.  She could still feel the icy metal against her throat; she could still hear the vibrations of his voice next to her ear.  Her ever-logical curiosity questioned his apparent knowledge of the Equestrian language.  However, it wasn’t necessarily that he spoke, nor was it really what he had said that interested Twilight the most; it was how he said it.  Something was in his voice, maybe fear, maybe desperation,  she couldn’t quite tell.  One thing she was sure of; something had spooked him, bad.  A book fell to the floor behind her; the leather bound tome collided with the marbled floor with a loud smack.  Twilight nearly jumped out of her seat.