You feel dozens of eyes fixing upon you, waiting with bated breath for your response. Time to tread carefully, lest you reveal too much about your true identity and origins. "Merely a traveler, nothing more," you smile behind your mask, gesturing to yourself with a hand. "Passing through this fair town to set up shop in Canterlot, that's what I'm here for," you chuckle lightly, though internally you're slapping yourself across the face; stop rhyming you fuck!