Not exactly reassured, and keeping her arquebus up just in case, Artemis followed the guards into the building. It looked like the remains of a bar, with lots of open spaces. And right in the middle of it all was a massive pile of bodies, taller than her. Ponies of every tribe and color were in the pile, their limbs spilling out awkwardly. By now, Artemis couldn’t even bring herself to be disgusted. They were chasing a necromancer. This was what necromancers did.