”Uuugh, that’s bad,” she growls, ”I just left Far Haven, the Wizard was keeping me!!” She does some mental maths, or attempts to - she really is bad with numbers. ”It shouldn’t take me longer than uh, an hour? Maybe? Ugh, I HOPE it doesn’t take me an hour!”

She lifts the phone off her ear, but given her volume Luka will probably overhear her question. ”What do you think, Sefaq?”