With a determined, serious look on her face on her face, Glacier galloped to just outside the edge of town. She looked down to the map she had, checking it against the surrounding trees and river. When she felt the two matched up, she smirked.
'Nice. I've found a location based on a poorly drawn map with no compass markings on it, using only the stars, the landscape and memory to guide me. Sometimes, I amaze myself.'
She kept the smirk as she strolled into town. From what she'd heard from the pony that gave her the map, there was something of worth in Baltimare., something that, accord