To someone who'd seen wild wolves and elephants, let alone ferrets, Arven found it almost otherworldly to know of someone who hadn't set eyes on a such a humble creature as Virgil. But he corrected himself that this must be very common. Ferrets were used fairly regularly on farms, but this young woman was hardly a farm hand. Though something told him she would be curious to try.

"By now he's likely closer to another exit route than this one", he nodded down at the rabbit hole. "So I'm going to follow this tunnel above ground a little ways. Should you wish to meet yourself a ferret, you're welcome to join me..." but he'd be surprised if she replied in the affirmative. After all, it was still raining, and although a path on the outskirts of town was hardly a safari track, it would likely land her in a world of scandal if she were seen to wander off with a rugged stranger.