<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, By Stream [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br/><br/>Lilian clapped her hands with excitement when Sylria agreed to become her noble relative.  Delighted, she shifted to Sylria's side, and stroked the elf's delicate dress.  "We're going to have so much fun!"  Half forgetting the mad dash for her life just minutes before Lilian reveled in the softness of the fabric.<br/><br/>Sadly Lilian's break from reality did not last long.  Lilian slowly became aware of something strange at the edge of her vision.  A rolling mist could be seen where she had come from.  "The carriages!" Lilian thought.<br/><br/>Rushing up she ran back to the gelding who was quietly drinking water by the stream.  Mist was bad, mist meant some Falkvonian was casting a terrible spell over her people.  She had to go save them.  Jumping on the dappled stallion, she held out her hand to help Sylria up "We have to hurry!  We have to go to them!"