With the almost supernatural lightness he possessed, to be dragged along was not at all difficult. He kept up with her readily enough, too, not entirely sure why they were suddenly running, but possibly it involved avoiding something nefarious? Who knows. Certainly not the Brownie.<br/><br/>But, soon enough it became readily apparent why their was running, because their was shouting to be done. Which, he did not like. Once he heard a lot of shouting for nearly an hour, and it drove him to throw a rock through a window, but sadly, he did not think their were any windows he could break here to disrupt the yelling and violence. Instead, he finds a place to cower.<br/><br/>It was just as he was getting into the rhythm of proper cowering that, however, another presence, apparently unaffected by the horrible things going on, or potentially liking them, settled her gaze upon him. Strongly tempted to head over to her when summoned, but then she seemed distracted, and he entertained the notion that he might be able to get away with pleading that he had not heard her over the scuffle.<br/><br/>Instead, though, he just ends up lurking around, taking the long way, so to speak, to get to the Queen, and making especially sure to stay as far away from the bull-man-satyr-thing and the evil lady as he possibly could.