John glowed, perharps unneccessarily, with pride after the compliment from the halo. The being didn't seem to be one to give compliments easily, and he had mined one from its red surface. He followed the halo towards the forest, hoping to learn something new. Whatever was happening here, History must be being made. The forest looked menacing, dark and cold, but he streamed logical thoughts through his head. They wouldn't take them here if it were dangerous. But then, this was Vanguard, anything could happen.