"Calm down, Vagrin," Vol said, swatting him away with the back of his hand like he was a fly. Vagrin yelped at the contact, but quietened down nonetheless. "She's there."
"Where?" Vagrin said, turning to see where Vol had pointed.
"There, behind the tree," Vol said. "Penelope, hurry up, you dolt. They're as confused as can be already."
From the trees, Penelope detached herself like a wood elf. The bark of the trees suddenly faded to silver, and a pair of purple eyes, complete with on the riding outfits that Beth had given her, with the tall boots, and even a cape to go with it. She almost looked like a serious noblewoman as she jogged towards them, skidding to a halt in front of Vol, an excited look on her face.
"I did it!" She declared proudly, but more than anything, Vol was impressed that she'd managed to become so winded after running such a short distance.
"It's maddening how frail your body is, woman," Vol said.
