"Well met, Lady Cailiawen. It is my pleasure to have you share this table with me, for I too know no one. I travelled alone on the East-West Road until I came across a cart that had been looted and overturned..."<br/><br/>The recent events of her travels caused her voice to fade until she fell silent in thought; the images were too startling for her to fully recall, or to pass on to someone else. Of course, she would never burden anyone with troublesome thoughts such as those that were now laden in her mind, not even to a great warrior-who no doubt has seen  a great deal of trouble. But alas, to her surprise, a beautiful Elven woman approached their table and requested their audience with someone....Arthalion.<br/>But why would he wish to know of their arrival?  Lyiana wondered hesitantly as her eyes shifted to find the man in question.<br/>As she laid eyes on him, Lyiana could tell that he was different. There was a noble, almost royal air about him, and for a moment, she was swept away by an idea. Perhaps this man could help her find her father....<br/>Not a moment passed before Lyiana dipped her head to the tall Elven maiden and gave her answer as she stood.<br/>"I will attend to this man, Arthalion and his companions, my Lady. For I believe in my heart that walking with him with aid me in my desire to seek out my father."<br/>As she stood up, she gripped her staff and turned to the Lady Cailiawen, hoping that her new friend-she hoped this much at least-would accompany her to their destiny.