Mason shut his eyes, reminding himself what this would mean. No more running. No more worry that his family would suffer because of him. That was worth the price of a few abandoned Holdfasts, right? He reached into his pocket, fingers closing around the paper sequestered inside. It had taken him hours to draw out the map, copying the old photo to include only three of the ancient Nascent headquarters.

He hesitated.  “I won’t just hand over the maps. Not without assurances.”

~ Roots That Bind