Ivy pricked her ears to the sound of the guitar being tuned. The sweet chime of each string caused her mind to swell with memories as she straightened up, placing a rusted metal stick into her cloak. Cloak still drawn taught over her face, she stared for a moment at the wielder of the guitar, deciding he was indeed simply a latecomer, intent on joining the company. His instrument fascinated her, as did the pony himself. He bore no armor, other than armbands, no weapon, nothing but a strap by which his guitar was held about him. His face did not match one of those from the fliers she normally carried in her satchels. That was all that interested her.
Quietly, she walked up to the ruins of a fountain the middle of town and looked into the dirt that lined it. Normally, in a town like this, water still stood in these ruins, in still pools that collected insects and had to be boiled and filtered by anyone before so much as a sip. Yet the heat of the desert and the sand of the soil had muddied whatever there had been left, and not so much as a gleam displayed this once held water. A Mirror lay, shattered, in the soil next to her, and she picked it up, placing it into her cloak. The weight of all she had gathered would be the hay to break a camel's back for a normal pony, yet for ivy, it was the equivalent of carrying a foal on her back. Nothing annoying, yet indeed it did take energy. Not removing her hood, she approached the stallion tuning his guitar and spoke loudly enough that she hoped the others could hear, the darkness from beneath her hood neither blinking, nor looking at anything in particular.
"The others are already half-a-day's travel from here, with the pegasus's speed, we should easily reach them as long at we set out to do so before nightfall. the little magic I can preform does have range, and my teleportation spell is limited to only a number of leagues. Bard, gather supplies, this mission is not a leisure trip, and not everything will be provided for you."