Dusty shrugged. "I mean, I am old." "Seventeen honey ales for us warriors to share." Azrael pulled out a bag of bits and threw them to Dusty, barely missing his head. "Um... Alright then." Dusty gathered the mugs and began filling them.
"Did I break Az?" Cricket asked, slightly concerned. She wasn't entirely sure what effects her songs had on the undead.
"Convenient." She grabbed one of the mugs for herself. "I kinda feel like I'm taking advantage of him here, but since he's buying and all..."
Cricket very nearly spit out her drink. She swallowed with some difficulty, and gasped. "Seriously? How?!"
"Well I am a Changeling. Equestrian sports history wasn't exactly required reading back in the hive."
"You ever get recognized? I mean, legendary fighter coming back from the dead and all, somepony's gonna notice."
"I don't know. I've seen a lot of oddly powerful ponies in the last few years. Sil calls them 'Oh-sees,' says they started showing up around the time Princess Luna came back."