Friha was jogging, the crystals her mentor helped her make were tapping lightly against her hip. She started out early to get ahead and show how responsible she could be, but then things happened. First was the wagon that had a broken axle, it was only a three hour walk to the closes town so helping him felt right. Then there was the wolf; it was injured and helping it along took far longer when she realized it was pregnant. Then there was that kid that was trying to mug her, brewing the tea took at least an hour. After a short chat he went along his way to try and become an apprentice scribe with Friha's letter of recommendation. Who knew that mixing inks for that nice woman would come in handy? 
	Someone looking down the road could see a slightly oversized bag visibly swaying with every step of Friha's, well controlled, mad dash to make it on time. One hand attempting to prevent the bag from moving too much, the other clutching a paper with the destination written on it. She would probably make it in 20 minutes if nothing stopped her, like normal.