Do well enough and I may reward you with a favor at the end of all of this. Seems proper, doesn't it?

[ She laughs and then bends herself to their journey. The soft lap of water and the distant echo of dripping water fill the air around them, broken only by their breathing and the dip and brush of their oars - although even that is nearly soundless, when they hit their stride.

She watches as they glide toward the mossy curtain - and then it parts for them. She glances back as they clear it with a little 'hmm'. ]

Maybe it only likes witches.