<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/6TA8vR9.jpg)</div><strong>Lilith Wynne, Human Infernal Mistress</strong><br/><br/>Lilith's wicked laughter joined Noemi's as Arafel departed for the sea, her voice a vocal smirk upon the air as she waited a moment for the man to depart before coiling her whip and sheathing her sword.<strong>"He forgets... he is not the only one capable of healing wounds."</strong>she said, turning to look to Noemi as she gave her apologetic look and smile. Aboard ship, Lilith hadn't trusted her... and wasn't about to start now. But trust did not necessitate hostility... there was only one who had earned that ire.<br/><br/>When the witch departed it was with some inner conflict that Lilith remained silent and watched. She had questions, certainly... but wanting much more to do with a Lloth worshipper besides staying the hell away, was much higher on her priority list. She would repay the witch by Blackbeard's humiliation and hanging, but she sought to give her little more.<strong>"Mr. Redsky's decision to leave us, or to make good on his promise to teach me a lesson, is most unfortunate. However, that just leaves more food for the rest of us."</strong>she gives a further wicked smile, reaching into her haversack and one more producing the collection of poles and canvas that could not have been inside a mundane container... but considering the flaming gem hovering above her head and the repeatedly summonings of non-spell-like magic, Lilith was a woman of many surprises.<br/><br/><strong>"If Mr. Redsky won't be joining us, there will even be more room in our accommodations for the evening. If you would both aid me, we'll have this up in ju-..."</strong>she turns to look at Dalen and Noemi for aid, seeing them practically spooning already. With a roll of her eyes she walks over to the discarded shovel, picking it up and proceeding to start setting up her personal tent for the evening. Without help, it would take her considerable time, but setting it up at this point was largely to make a point when Arafel decided to rejoin them... life was better at her command, than his.<br/><br/>(If the scene of Dalen and Noemi continues as I suspect, Lilith should finish setting up the tent in about an hour... if they pause to help, it'll go... well... 3 times faster. Lol)<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.famwest.de/userfiles/image_category/000000100/000000189.jpg)</div>Lilith's "personal tent" as it turns out, appears to be a noble's pavilion tent, complete with dangling heraldry flags and the highest quality with a canvas ground-cover to keep the occupants clean and dry. Easily able to fit 10 people in comfort, the tent is entirely overkill for what the group would likely ever need... but it wasn't like Lilith had packed for this type of journey. She was used to either it being her Mistress and her, or her and an assault squad with heavier gear. The tent itself was from her father's ship some 3 years ago when she'd been initially captured, the heraldry dangling from the tent's many sides was her family's own, a stylized draconic head with a slashing blade descending for it's neck outlined in wild shaping but symmetrical flames as a border.<br/><br/>With accommodations finally set up, Lilith once more reached into her pack and produced a folded-together collection of canvas and small wooden poles and dowels and a 4 foot long bag containing another collection of wooden struts and dowels. Stepping into the tent she unfolds to the first collection to reveal what must have been a foldable chair. Setting it down at a choice end of the tent she wastes little time in once more reaching into her pack, producing what appeared nothing more than eight small chunks of split wood, firewood. Stacking them in the center of the tent, below a small hole just above, she extended her armored hand and spoke a vile sounding word to pained the ears to hear... to which a burst of flame erupted from her hand, instantly setting the firewood to blaze, the telltale sound of burning wood 'snapping' amidst the flames echoing out across the beach.<br/><br/>Moments later Lilith's bed, a folding wooden-framed cot and bedding contained in the long-bag she had produced, was set up atop the tent's ground-cover canvas and with not but her own wants at hand, she comes to rest in the set-up chair near the fire, setting her haversack next to her as she produced a canvas-wrapped food package and canteen, leaning back in her chair and slowly eating away at a slice of jerkied beef, sipping at the canteen by the firelight.