Feign runs along the rooftops effortlessly, glancing over his shoulder every now and then to make sure the truck is still truntling along its bumpy offroad course.  At this rate, he might reach the palace a good five minutes before the attack, not enough to haggle for compensation, but possibly enough time to make a show of loyalty.<br/><br/>For a moment during the run, he tries to play through in his head just what to do.  He had heard stories of the Fanged Lady.  Stories that indicate that she would much more likely have him beheaded to her own detriment rather than bother to hear the voice of a "mere halfbreed", especially one who looks so human.<br/><br/>He will have to be<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>cautious, perhaps even deliver the information via an arrow.  His trusty crossbow taps at his hips as he runs and jumps, but he wishes more and more that he could have run back to grab his longbow, but that was a farther run than the palace itself.<br/><br/>As he jumps another gap between buildings, he smiles.  Interesting times and certainly profitable ones.