Patience was a virtue that the previous almost twelve months had given her plenty of opportunity to improve. Her day was spent in the lounge trying to pay attention to the words in several different books she kept picking up and putting down. The weight of the vial of potion in her pocket was impossible to ignore. And just to be certain that she was able to make a quick escape if her plan didn't go as she hoped it would, her beaded bag was once again packed and tucked inside her pocket. She couldn't afford to get comfortable again. It was imperative that she be ready to run at a moment's notice.