[Don't look now, Yang. There's an alicorn in a cape and Kamina shades leaning up against a sword nearly twice her size. Right behind you.]

The Night Market happens to be short a guard... two, if one of them decides to make repeated expeditions into that which mortals were not meant to know.

Not exciting work, by far... it is merely peacekeeping at the local offworld-run market district, but you may in fact... potentially fit its qualifications.

[The mare pushes off those shades before storing them in her mane.]

Would you have any interest?