As morning finds the battered town, Lilandra is exiting the Moose's head, Scythe hefted over her shoulder. She pauses to breath the crisp air once more, before popping her head back into the building, "Huury up Grai! Your so slow this morning!" She giggles, obviously in a better mood then when she left, and waits for Grai, drumming the fingers of her free hand on her flat belly.