At first resembling a trapped boatman lost at sea, it was not long before the mysterious young woman proved herself to be a romantical soul instead. She rode the levitating boat with a laugh, dark hair ruffled by the magical breeze. Arven could not help but give a crooked smile at the rather enchanting sight. And Merlin was she a beauty, the stranger in the boat. Perhaps a little damp of foot, but no more worse for wear.

”Hold on, we’re about to drop anchor”, said the adventurer as the flying boat came closer to the bank, slowing down at the will of his wand. For all the spellcaster’s graces, the boat was likely to object as it was lowered onto the reeds.