Lillith had enjoyed enough of the fire, moving backwards to her supplies and quickly laid her head to rest on the small satchel she had carried with her on the journey. Her eyes shut and just like a light the peaceful female had found herself in a deep sleep. The night passed on with no interruptions and the morning came quietly. Lillith was the last to awaken her rested body, stretching out with dirt covering her hair and face from rolling around on the ground in her sleep. Tiny hands quickly knocked away the dust as her body final raised up from the solid ground.

The first thing Lillith noticed was the sound of metal clanking together, her eyes quickly found the origin of the sounds, and to her amazement it was the beautiful wood elf and the red-haired prince Tirian. The quiet girl did not know of their art, though anyone could tell it was a beautiful dance. The agility displayed by the wood elf was impressive and the quick reactions from Tirian were just as impressive. As the dance ended Lillith clapped audibly only to stop as the words from the smug girl from last night hit their ears. Lillith wasted no emotions on the drama created by Lucille, simply shaking her head in disgust and walked back to carts.