She tapped the lens control on the side of her helmet to lower the magnifiers, letting her confirm what her eagle-eyed pegasus comrade already said. Retracting the lenses, Lily shook her head in confusion. It took another minute to descend the outer ledge-way and finally cross the bridge, but the batpony balladeer just sat there, hunched over his stick, next to a pair of clay jugs joined by a corded yoke for shoulder-carrying.