Prince Wellum takes to the sky, circling high above the village, and taking in the lay of the land, where the most people are gathering, and taking notes of important landmarks and businesses.
Feeling pretty good about herself, Brunhilde will float on the winds of victory for a moment before looking for a nice vantage point from which to enjoy her new prize. Once that's dealt with, she'll try to see what's so interesting about that inn no one can enter, assuming nothing else draws her interest.Then the breeze carries Brunhilde and her tasty prize back up above the rooftops. It doesn’t carry her victory whoop away, though, and several of the assembled humans look up at Brunhilde with varying levels of amusement.
The smart lady has a point, thinks Brunhilde, full of pie and licking her fingers. And hey, she had committed herself to getting these two out of the way of true love, so here's an opportunity. Once she's fairly sure the two aren't paying any attention to her, she will once again swoop down, grab John's hat, and fly with it into the forbidden pub. She's not sure what exactly that will accomplish, beyond increasing the general level of chaos here. Maybe John will change his mind and try to go in? Or Bill will use this opportunity to do the same? And in any case Brunhilde herself is beginning to get curious about what exactly is in there that's so important.Allison chuckles. “This is a cute rivalry you two have.” She looks up to the rooftops and smiles in Brunhilde’s general direction. “Sure would be a shame if someone were to intervene, wouldn’t it?”