"You can use your judgement, Reaper. I trust in your abilities... just make sure nopony finds out about this. The last thing I want befalling this country is widespread panic over a random death, when the stallion in question was perfectly healthy," Luna frowned, the 'festivities' moving about the town. A pony leaned in at the alleyway, looking around before entering. He spread his wings, stretching them out with a groan before folding them and kneeling before the Princess. "Lieutenant Bass."