Charlene calls over her servant

Without breaking eye contact Charlene calls out to the edge of the clearing: "Isabelle! Come over here, we have a guest who needs our hospitality."

From the edge of the clearing emerges a young servant woman with light brown skin, her hair tightly braided, wearing a demure dress. She hides her surprise at the impropriety of the unusual sight before her. Charlene gestures toward Evellyn, "Isabelle, my dear, be a lamb and help Evey get properly attired. I believe she could use a touch of refinement."

Isabelle nods and hurries off to comply with her mistress's command. Charlene keeps her bow trained on Evellyn, not giving her a chance to escape or resist. Evellyn feels a growing sense of helplessness, bubbling over into a mix of frustration and anger.

Isabelle rummages around the horse's saddlepack and produces some items. Evellyn's eyes widen with disbelief as she sees a leather collar and silk rope being produced. Charlene grins triumphantly. "Now, my dear Evey, let's settle that little debt you've incurred. A little walk of penance, I believe, should do nicely? Or maybe penal servitude, I could use another maid to dust my ceramics." She motions for Isabelle to approach Evellyn.