"Show off," Alistair says under his breath. Blighted shapeshifters. He watches Fate disappear before he turns back to look at the others, shaking his head, on the verge of fed up. "A few minutes," he repeats. "That's what, two? We can follow behind him." Right? Please? They're caves; there's no need to wait here while a mouse works his way all the way through them and reports back.