<div align="center">***</div><br/>Eyes growled as she reached the Palace wall, and Sanguine stopped close behind her. The sound of guards below, told Sanguine he was at the wall. Casting the metal orb in front of himself to test where there was ground to walk on, Sanguine made his way along the wall.<br/><br/>San threw the orb out from the wall several times, almost as though he was fishing. When the heavy wad of metal finally struck something San recognized as a rooftop, he turned to his hound and smiled.<br/><br/>“How do the legs feel, old girl?” Sanguine asked, taking her harness again. “Let’s go for a little roof run.”<br/><br/>Eyes yelped and whined as Sanguine tossed her from the wall onto the nearby rooftop, following closely behind her with a practiced leap. Both Eyes and San ran across the roof as fast as they could, heading toward the city gate through which the Aserits were bound to arrive. At the edge of each roof, Eyes would bark and San would throw his orb. Once he located the next roof, San would throw his wolf and leap after her.<br/><br/>Soon, the duo reached the gates and Eyes gladly allowed Sanguine to lower her to the ground. Both sat on the dirt road, facing the gate. They would wait here for the royal procession to arrive and then San would make his report directly to Lord Henrik. No page, courier or messenger would ever be trusted with one of Sanguine’s correspondences.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div>