He skidded and crashed into several empty crates, failing to stop in time. He scrambled out of them, ignoring the complaints of some shopkeeper or other. He dived for another alleyway and emerged into a busy street in a tangle of streamers, ribbons and confetti, a consequence of his mishap with the crates. ‘I need to get back to the inn,’ he thought to himself. ‘I need to get somewhere safe.’