Narawyn gazed at the Fool with great curiosity. She leant against the wall to think, toying with a strand of hair, her bright fire-coloured eyes momentarily vacant as she stared off into the near distance. The mere mention of treasure - and the sight of the illusion he had created, even if she knew that it was, indeed, an illusion - tempted her.
There would treasure, and a maiden's token, and a dragon... and a river of human excrement that would suck Narawyn in, drown her, and permanently ruin her hair.
Hmm.
An undignified and smelly death in a place she'd never dreamt of travelling to, let alone dying in...
On the other hand, treasure!
And she would not be alone, of course. This Fool had summoned up a couple of other women to assist him already, and they were rather striking women, even if one of them did have hooves and a great shaggy behind. If Narawyn made a mistep and fell to her death, she could drag one of them along with her. It would be a kindness to all the other women in the city.
That thought alone made her mind up for her. Rising on her toes, she put her hand in the air and said, with a bright excited smile, "I will accompany you wherever you wish to go, milord Fool."