Rafe was running, again. It must have been the fourth or fifth time this week he'd been caught, so, all in all, not a bad Tuesday. As he leaped over the space between rooftops, the guards, he assumed they were guards, they could very well be haze employed merchants, or mercenaries, whatever they were, they were following him, the entire idea seeming ridiculous, and yet it was happening. He jumped again, once again feeling his entire self become weightless for a brief millisecond, and the land lights lay on his well balanced toes. Damn Terrowin, being so cute and strong, why'd the little tyke have to have a birthday today? Oh well at least Rafe got his exercise. Skidding to a halt and looking over his shoulder at the guards the Fool saw that they were hot on heels, which was just how he liked it, there was generally less stopping time for them that way, he picked up running again, staying just outside the range of the weapons of his pursuers. He led them on a merry Dance throughout the city, exercising carefreely before realizing that he had been summoned to the castle, some meeting of the arcana as had all of the major arcana, he sure hoped nothing bad had happened. Though that would be a miracle if all were there without any sort of harm coming to them. But he figured that should anything he need to be concerned about happen, Atina would find him and tell him, probably.....