Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Isabelle spotted somepony who must surely be 'Granny Nag' at the far end of the alley, and heading their way. She was exactly as she was described to her -- an elderly mare with milky-white eyes, grey hair, and old-fashioned noblepony's clothing in extremely poor repair. If she looked any worse, she’d have said she must live in the street. But there was a kind of tidy to her that told the mare that she had a bed somewhere. Perhaps nothing more than a room in a boarding house, or a regular spot in a doss house. And, as she approached, she could see that, her coat and clothes were ragged, yes, but they were still clean. Not likely she would be able to manage that with just a hammock in a dormitory -- so, she had a boarding or lodging house, at the very least.