<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon, closer to evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Den of Eastern Delights<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mr. Lee<br/><hr/>Lilah might have laughed at Lee's parable, so preposterous it was that she could be leading an invading army even figuratively speaking, but she was unnerved enough by his slow preparation of the poison he must certainly use on the girls that nothing seemed very funny. He wasn't going to scare her, not like he probably wanted -- she didn't scare easy but she did feel a kind of dread in the air and her senses felt hyper aware like they got when you had reason to believe danger might be imminent. She watched him closely as he prepared his concoction though she didn't have the smarts to know what the ghost rock was doing in the mixture exactly but she knew in general ghost rock made everything worse or better, depending on your perspective, and she didn't doubt it just meant more bad news for the girls.<br/><br/>"I ain't never called myself a student of anythin' but that's a mighty interestin' yarn. I feel obliged to point out, however, the law god didn't follow me, he was already here, hangin' around outside yer place so make of that what ya will." She was proud to say she kept her voice calm and as she spoke, she pulled the black handkerchief that had been wadded up out of the back pocket of her dungarees and tucked it into the breast pocket of her shirt. "I'm just the messenger, the captain got no call to trust or not trust me. In fact, he shouldn't give a wooden nickel about<em>me</em>but he's gonna wanna hear this out."<br/>