Taking his calloused hand, Lilith allowed herself to be drawn upwards. She too dusted her dress's folds, the material clinging around her hips and behind, her slender waist and corseted torso.<br/>"Luck," she said softly, "is something I am sure of. Something I am sure I do not have in great amounts."<br/>Her eyes looked around them, then she gestured towards a path not far off. It would lead them down towards the place where all denizens of the land, Alliance and Horde, entered the island's magickal space. They would have to cut through curling brambles to get to the path itself, to get where people magickally appeared through whatever portal they took to arrive on the isle. Hopefully no one there would be hostile to her, to a Blood Elf being led without issue by a Worgen much bigger and larger than herself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>