Harnel frowns, but can't help looking, "Right, yes, let's go." He turns towards the door, scooping up the dryad* along the way so that he's carrying her bridal style towards the entrance of the hall. The reason for this becomes apparent when Harnel exits the castle, as he takes to the air; he's a lot faster at flying than he is at walking, after all, and even if this place was odd for that, it didn't change the fact that he wants to get this over with.