It was, he noted with a quizzical brow, not one thing but two. One, a seemingly deserted boat drifting across the loch. And two, a oar drifting out further still. Arven frowned, and noticed the seemingly deserted boat did in fact show a pair of feet — with ladies shoes — leaning over the side. Now this was cause for concern; and that was even without knowing that water was trickling in.

He halted and drew the blue spruce wand from the pocket of his long coat. Arven pointed the wand at the oar and muttered an incantation which pushed it back towards the boat. Upon reaching its destination, the oar knocked on the wood as if to say — ahem.