She smiled to herself as she went over to her star globe. A sphere of clear glass enchanted to act as a means of following her special cases sat as it was in a wooden frame. It was incredibly unintuitive for the uninitiated, and only told one the most rudimentary information about those whom one traced, essentially telling her exactly where they were at a given time but nothing else. Her eyes glazed over as she focused upon it, allowing it to draw her in. One by one, her little blips of light in the inky darkness flashed by her as she summoned a name. There was the troubled stallion who sat in the cell of the prison in a town by the border with the minotaurs. Caught stealing again; such a shame. There was the guardsmare doing her patrol in the northern mountains, a problem case in the local garrisons. And there was Countess Heathfire as she sat at her own study desk in her palatial estate. Luna frowned. Celestia would definitely take issue with putting a tracer on the nobility, but Luna did not trust the Countess. Something seemed off about her. She seemed only too eager to push ponies to war and didn’t seemed that perturbed about the damage to trade that had to be hurting her own treasury more than anypony’s. It didn’t make sense.