“Like knowing the exact position of the two guards currently slacking off exactly fifteen feet below your window.” Johan raised a brow. “Go ahead and check if you don’t believe me.” Johan pushed off from the table and padded over to the window, opening it and looking straight down. Sure enough, a pair of guards were busy having a conversation on the thin rampart, hidden from sight. Johan rolled his eyes, dumped the contents of his cup on their heads, and closed the window.