<strong>Lilith Wynne, Human Infernal Mistress</strong><br/><br/>Lilith watched the chest with stern, staring eyes. This wasn't the first time she'd seen things levitated by any stretch, but these were her possessions under the magical control of someone else. She kept ahold of one of the chest's handles, and thankfully so as hovering a few feet up it suddenly drops, but her arms quickly catch and lower the chest to the sand below. Taking in a few deep breaths, she looks to Arafel and with that same Quartermaster tone of voice from aboard thip, spoke to the winded nobleman.<strong>"Excellent work, Mr. Redsky. Your magics will no doubt ensure our speedy recovery from death itself."</strong>she compliments, quickly unwrapping the chest...<br/><br/><em>"Did you three have success yet?"</em><br/><br/>Before anyone could muster an answer to Noemi's call, a thunderous crack echoes across the island as one of Lilith's whips was once again at hand. With a grim look of satisfaction she squeezes and stares at the whip in her hand as she coils it, setting it aside as she pulls out a haversack with straps across it's surface, a well made longsword, a total of two whips and of course that single-arm-armored 'outfit' she was always wearing like an obsession. Lilith's lips cracked in a smile, joy, had returned to her heart. The chest emptied she moved it aside and, as promised, she reached into the haversack and in an instant pulled from it's depths a 4 foot long metal pole.<br/><br/>Taking ahold of the silver and otherwise unremarkable piece of metal, she whispered a few words that seemed to take on an almost sinister echo on the wind. The words said she flung open her eyes and all at once the metal pole snapped and unfolded by nothing less than the unbridled power of the arcane. Over several seconds the pole shattered in mid-air, in defiance of all common sense and logic, the metal shards slowly moving, reshaping and reassembling. Taking only seconds, and with the sound of rending metal, the pole once more came together... but where once had been the simple length of metal, was now a much longer steel shovel with a wide spade head, perfect for digging in sand.<br/><br/>Lilith's hand grasped ahold of the now assembled shovel and casually tossed it Dalen.<strong>"It seems fitting, Mr. Black. I take away my swaying chest, as you say, and lend you something else in return."</strong>she gives a smirk at that, taking ahold of her possessions and standing. Moving off to the side of the group, but still well in view, she hangs her haversack, clothing and weapons, keeping them off the sandy ground by means of a few low hanging knots and branches of a large tree next to a flat rock. Standing still she snaps her fingers, as if summoning a servant or perhaps one of the other three... but as they turn to the sound they instead her a soft crack of thunder, but not from the sky... from Lilith herself. Circling above her head, culminating together in a gloomy grey mass, was a storm cloud, and in seconds her brief surroundings (re: 5ft square) are awash in a torrential downpour.<br/><br/>The water, running down Lilith's bare form was a sight to see, and judging by the fact she was standing in full view of the others, she didn't much care to hide it. For a few moments she simply stood there, rinsing her body of sand and mud now that she was covered in it from digging for so long... her eyes casually glancing back towards the rest of them...