He smiled, and swept the coins away, surprisingly quickly. "Aye; look, but don't get too close. You'll end up blind, or worse," he said, then rose to his feet; she'd see that he'd actually been lamed, one of his legs missing below the knee, and replaced with a wooden peg.<br/><br/>Despite his injury, he moved swiftly, and quietly, through the woods, leading her a couple of miles into the forest, pausing as they approached a babbling brook. He held up a hand to have her keep back, and crept through the brush, very carefully, making no sound. After a few minutes, he returned. "She's there, but be quiet, or she'll hear you," he whispered.