FIFTY EIGHT: Something More Important

As she waited for Dash to finish picking up his spilled groceries, Kel seated herself at the small dining table in his house. 

It was a relief Dash happened to leave his house when he did, or else she'd be in one of two possible uncomfortable situations.

Either she'd be figuring out how to silence the unlucky owner of the house she had mistakenly selected, or she'd be running from the authorities after getting turned in for breaking and entering.

From hostage princess to common criminal, she shook her head, laying out a piece of parchment she'd hidden in the waist of her dress. She had several more in-depth pages carefully concealed in her room at the palace, but this one had been crafted specially to give Dash a concise summary.

"Hmm.. it could certainly use a little more clarification here…" she murmured, tracing one of the various maps drawn on the page.