"Small is good, easy to protect and defend," Liliana whispered, gazing at the painting of her beautifully portraid mother, not quite believing her eyes. There was no way that was her mother.. Right? Her father would have said something, he had to have known, or had suspecions. It was just another thing he had kept from her..<br/><br/>Quickly she repeated as much of the story as she could, explaining about Piri and her father's odd attitudes and fearful looks. "They looked as if they were afraid that the walls could talk and spill their secrets," Liliana shook her head and shuffled closer to the elven woman. "Just please tell me that they haven't gone mad, that this is all really happening."