“Not the Empire.” That much was certain. “Too easy.” Most maps claimed the Empire was the only civilization around, but maps were some of the filthiest liars Polar had ever known. There were towns (usually centered around mining) scattered here and there, little hamlets that Canterlotian bigwigs deemed not “real” communities. Most of the landmarks Polar was familiar with simply didn’t exist, as far as maps were concerned. But Polar knew them, knew some ponies in some of them. Maybe she’d go to one of those and work until her heart gave out. “You’re real good at tempting fate, you know.”