He crept along the passageway, checking heraldry, looking for signs, making sure.

Stealth was paramount. It was like that disscreshun stuff his Dad talked about sometimes.

He felt the weight of the package, and a pang of self-doubt, but quashed it. No turning back.

He approached the rooms set aside for the Ki-Rin and took a deep breath.

And then ran full tilt up to the door, dropped his parcel, turned, and ran off at about the same speed, before he could second-guess leaving his favorite river pebble, a dried flower he really hoped Phi wouldn't notice was missing, and his finest artwork ever- a picture of himself, Chomper, all three otters and their keeper.

Well. In fact, he wasn't really that good at drawing otters. Or puppies. Or humans. But he'd helpfully labeled everything!

[/Exit Soryu at Maximum Speed]