Of course, she didn’t really need the map to find their destination. They were looking for the dark corners, tucked away in the section of the city that had been carved from the rock eons ago. It was there they would be meeting Salvadore to make their exchange. It’s okay for us. We’re not buying slaves. Just a little blood, and we’ll have all the samples we need. Then the Forerunner will never have to make another pony again. She didn’t want to think about what that might imply for the army she was growing.