If anyone formerly in the dungeons had been paying any attention at all, they'd have noticed the hooded figure heading hastily down the hallways and toward the nearest exit. The face underneath the hood couldn't be seen, and that was just how the person underneath it wanted it to be.

The figure disappeared out the exit and walked just as quickly toward the courtyard. He or she, whoever it was to anybody watching, came to a stop at a bench. Good, there was no one else around. The person curled up on the bench, buried his or her head in her knees and just remained there...

...perfectly still.