Glaran watched the princess from the corner of his eye. Sliding the sword back into its sheath, he rummaged around in a little bag hanging from his back. Retrieving a tiny container, he got up and moved around the pond, effectively trapping Liz between the water and himself. Crouching down, he held out the container. "Tomorrow will be worse,"  he pointedly looked at her bare feet. Clearly the container held something that would ease her feet. "Face it, darling, you aren't going to get away and everyone foolish enough to come after you is already dead." He put the container down on the forest floor and backed away a few paces, still crouched. "Make no mistake, I will get you to where I've been told to take you. The easy way, or the hard, it is your choice."