Through the gloom, Lillith thought she could see a torch drawing nigh, borne in the hand of a knight, armor shimmering orange 'gainst the warm light.<br/><br/>"If thou be a knight, true born, then, aye, I am thine friend.  I too seek the refuge from the wood, yon magical house being a refuge told to me by my mother, these years now passed."  Hope entered Lillith's heart, as it seemed a companion neared, one who might indeed help her find her way.  She pulled herself up against a tree, the bark stinging her hands as it scraped, though a small hurt, when compared to her hunger.  Her dress clung to her, the fabric dirty and torn at the hem from her wanderings.  She leaned against the tree, trying to hold her injury out of the mud while aiming her voice toward the oncoming stranger.  "Wouldst thou approach, sir, and travel together across this treacherous forest?"