“Good answer! Good answer! I shall say… a hundred of your changeling coins shall be enough,” Jacques said, rubbing the bottom of his muzzle while eyeing the showmare, who herself was busy entertaining the crowd with some fairly impressive illusions. Handy didn’t catch most of what she was saying but gathered she was telling some epic story involving a large bear that appeared to be made of stars. He could just barely make out the images of some illusionary ponies below it, one blue and another purple.