Lilith tugged on the sash, furrowing her fine dark brows.<br/>"No. There's...something here. Something is here...I can't tell what or...who or...but something is here..."<br/>She looked around them, but it was so hard to see in the fog. What were they looking for anyway? If only she had known more of what the Worgen heard in the tavern gossip. With another shiver, she tried to shake off the chilling bone-tingling feeling the whispers were determined to impart.<br/>Pleasure. Respite. Hadn't she rested enough, without most of her mind already? And what good was pleasure if one couldn't recall anything horrid to compare it to? If one had no base for comparison? It would be meaningless.<br/>Lilith's lips pursed cutely in frustration and determination.<br/>"No. We go on. We see this through." Then she smirked over her shoulder, at the much-closer Worgen. "You aren't afraid now, are you?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>