She replies,
"Which way to the parlor?"
She points. "Yon door, master, will take thee thence."
"Excellent," you reply. "Come, follow me." You
stride toward the door.
You have just enough time to realize that you never actually *asked*
her about the boat before you feel a sharp pain on the back of your
head, and everything goes black.
"There is a hidden stairwell in the parlor leading to a small
dock, my Master."
