“Excuse me, sir.” Handy nearly jumped as he turned to regard Crimson. The pony was sitting on her haunches to his right, apparently observing Silvertalon working the bridge. She had expressed her desire to come with him on the journey to the tournament earlier in that week. He thought it odd but probably figured she was bored, having cleaned up the alchemy guild rather nicely, certainly enough for Klipwing to have an easy time taking over for her in his absence. She had also seemed different recently, constantly looking over her shoulder too. He had questioned her about it once they had taken off. She said she had grown increasingly worried she was being followed when she left the guildhall during the days.