"We are no strangers to work," responds Cheszeth with a tight smile, though the sun in her eyes is certainly making her even less agreeable than she often is.  She assists Divdor in getting the little canoe into the lake and then releases it there as she listens for instructions.  Even getting into the canoe is a slightly tricky though understanding the instructions from Yula, they do their best to at least enter the canoe quietly.  "Webbed goddess protect us," mutters Divdor touching a small silver amulet about his neck as he gets into the back of the canoe.  The shuffling becomes briefly more awkward as Cheszeth works her way forward to the front of the canoe and sits, allowing Yula to sit on her lap, the tight leather leggings brushing lightly against Yula's bared leg.<br/><br/>The slow rowing is quiet, stealthy, and most importantly away from the center of the lake.  Some few fish circle underneath, perhaps waiting for things to fall in or for the larger monster to claim the boat.  Divdor squints against the sun as best as he can, watching Yula while still trying to adjust, but her directions prevail and soon the party of three is pulling up on the edge of the shore.  The boat runs into the muck and Cheszeth and Divdor are out in a flash to grab hold of the canoe and pull it fully out of the water.<br/><br/><strong>Yula!  From here, it's just a day's ride back to the inn.  You shouldn't have any further trouble.  Feel free to either pose us out of the story or bring us home.</strong>