Phoenix Maplewood I know the bowline, sheepshank, and the double overhand

She was only here to observe. Anything else and she'd most definitely get in the way. She was still too little to be of much good for anything other than her very own, personal, version of play. Since the adults seemed super serious, she understood that this wasn't playtime. No. Something else was happening here and she was just going to sit back and watch with wide eyes.

Reek's promise that he'd bring something back sent her spiraling int a series of day dreams. What would it be? Something good, he'd said. But was it a new plaything? She hoped it was. She hoped it was some high wonderful and grand that she could have all sorts of adventures with! Whatever it was, it was sure to be fascinating. These adults needed to get a move on so she could go play again.