Midnight caught word that some fancy-pants was visiting Cloudsdale. It wouldn't normally intrigue him cause ponies like those for him were just some spoiled fillies and colts who have too much money in their pockets. Usually those kinds of ponies were either too prissy, whiny, or arrogant for his tastes. He'd met one too many like those and it made his hatred boil, which was bad for him, and the spoiled brats.
As he passed by a group discussing the visitor, his attention was stolen. Listening behind a corner, he could hear them talking about the rumors floating about the visitor. Something about having a rotten side. He didn't catch much before they separated, but it did flip the switch in his head. 'I guess it's time to go prospecting.' Midnight returned home and changed into his suit. If there was even a slight chance of a fight braking out, then he should be ready to get the killer inside him to the fray.
He flew to Cloudsdale and stood atop a cloud building, behind the shadows, well away from anypony else. "That must be him." He said as he spotted a fancy looking gentlecolt heading inside a building. There were rough characters around. No doubt it was best to avoid them... for now.