Alfric hurried down the narrow corridor, diving into an even smaller, darker one, when he heard footsteps approaching. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but why? Who would care that he was here, anyway? He was here on the Princes authority. Yet still, he did not move. Pressing himself flat against the wall and holding his breath as the footsteps passed him by. He exhaled, waited a few more moments, then emerged from the shadows and continued on. He had come from the kitchens, so this corridor must lead to the hall.