But here they were again. And this time it was more damage. I glanced at the scroll laying on the throne next to my foreleg for a second before I spoke up, “Two wrecked market stalls. Approximately eight hundred bits worth of lost produce,” I said and looked at them, “You’re lucky you didn’t knock over the stand next to it. It was full of spices, not grains,” I said and returned to reading, “And three ponies were injured, not including you two. Orange Slice broke a rear leg when she fell to a lower platform,” I continued before I raised my head to look at them again, “That could very easily have been her neck.”