And they ascend rapidly above tree level, and zoom off in the direction of Promise's tree. A bubble of calm air zooms with them, to prevent what would otherwise be an uncomfortable amount of wind.

It's a quick trip. Arcane doesn't talk. When he spots the hawthorn tree in the described location, he slows their approach, and finally lets go of Promise's hand when they are drifting above it.

"I don't detect anyone nearby," he says. "If there were someone, I would be very likely to detect them."