'I'm going to be late.' The soldiers retrieved their swords and charged, but then the strange personage did the one thing none of them had expected: it turned, ran, and jumped off the balustrade. The guards rushed to the railing and peered over the edge at the courtyard twenty feet down, but there was nothing there. "Where did he go?" one asked in bewilderment. They were so intent on the courtyard in front of them that they didn't see the hand in the shadows behind them collect a water canteen and an odd assortment of food from their plates. At that moment, she was supposed to be nearing the outer rim of the Black Woods on her way to Lothaem - the city in which she now was seated - seven hours' running south of where a runner was expected to be with her time-line. So . . . officially . . . she wasn't there for the next seven hours. Living a double-life and being two places at once could sometimes be rather complicated.