Sir Guttman didn't seem to bear Rose any ill will. In fact there was something almost playful in their interactions, like two children sharing a secret from their parents. That should be reassuring. That should mean that the woman wasn't a horrible witch like she thought.

So why was she still so uneasy? 

"I don't anything about treasure or power, but...but..." Gish started. If she had been brought here for a purpose then she should try to seek it out, shouldn't she? "If god brought us here it shouldn't matter which way we go. We'll end up where we're supposed to be anyway, right?" She paused. She hadn't meant to voice doubt like that, but it had crept in all the same. In her head she saw the scene the Leech thing had show her, the massive god of her mother rising from the sea and reaching out to drag her down into the depths. She shook her head to try and dislodge it, but it just wouldn't go away. "Yes." She assured herself under her breath. "Whatever happens, it's fate. It's fate."