She honestly did not know where to find her dreams. It was not the city itself that was truly the problem, it was the coven there, the way they all seemed to clamor for rank and standing among each other. Lilia did not like that sort of competition and because of her natural talent, it often brought jealous eyes. She might have loved the city otherwise, because she could do what she was good at. It was strange to hear him talk of dreams when he had seemed so happy to stay where he had been.<br/><br/>"This could be dangerous, you know?" She had seen danger in the city, pickpockets and muggers and darker things. She worried that Simon was ill-prepared for that sort of situation. He faced the world with wide eyes. This even went beyond the dangers he would face for being different, which were rather considerable. Even normal men could be killed for as little as what was in their purse. This Alchemist they were seeking, he had his gifts and he had killed Cassandra's husband for something that seemed trivial in the scheme of things. "I'm not sure dreams really matter in this. We just need to remain as safe as we can and stay prepared."<br/><br/>Though her talent was in glamour craft, Lilia knew other kinds of spells. Her mother had insisted she learn some battle magic before she left for the city, though those spells were basically flash and brute force. A flick of the wrist to throw someone back from her or create a great burst of smoke so she could run from the situation. Her mother had not known much and Lilia was rather rusty, but she got the sense it might come in handy soon.<br/><br/>"Do you think you're ready for this?" She finally asked.