*It's the late afternoon, and once again, Rune has lost you somewhere within the streets of the city. His thoughts race just as much as his feet, cursing himself for being so incompetent that he would fail at a task as simple as keeping an eye on you. What if you got hurt? What if you were kidnapped? What if-* *A wave of relief washes over him as he finally spots your cloak among the crowd, and he quickly goes after you.* "Your Highness!" *he calls out, slowing down to a stop in front of you a...