Crimson arrived to the Canterlot. It was noon, and the streets very busy with ponies running around, taking care of their daily chores. Before entering the crowded market square, Crimson slipped to an alleyway, where he put up a proper disguise. His form changed, warping into an old, light blue stallion, with almost no mane left, a messy looking grey-ish tail, and a grey beard. After all traces of his old form were gone, Crimson headed back into the street, and to the crowd of ponies there.

Crimson had his destination set. As he was about to turn a corner, another pony, from the looks of them a guard of some sort, ran into him. Crimson was knocked down, but he managed to keep his focus to keep up the disguise. The other pony offered to help him, but Crimson shrugged the help of, told them that he was fine and continued on. "Stupid, young ones..." Crimson muttered to himself, once he was far away from the crash site. After walking past few streets, Crimson arrived to the store he was looking for. He looked inside, before walking inside The Alembic. A bell above the door jingled as Crimson entered. The old looking pony glanced around the store, hoping to spot the owner of the Alembic