After the Princess had left, Broadshield moved up the queue to the stallion serving him. "Hi, I was just wondering if you have any apple and cinnamon muffins?" he asked. Standing in front of the stallion he could get a closer look at him. 'He's like any other pony, but there's something about him...' He thought to himself as he waited for his answer. He then noticed a tiny sparkle above his horn, the sign of one secretly preparing a spell. 'What's he doing? Better wait and see.' he said to himself.