"Nothing at this time, Your Majesty. I take my leave." With another bow, Purse Strings nodded his head and closed his enormous ledger with a resounding thud, then somehow wrangled it into the large saddle-bag strapped to his back before exiting the small Presence Chamber reserved for intimate meetings with Celestia's most trusted ministers and advisers.  Anonymous, dressed in his black tailcoat and white shirt, with his elegant red Royal Engineer's sash visible, regarded the princess with a questioning look on his face, still clutching the bundle of papers with his notes on them.