With one hand gripping the reins of her horse and the other firmly grasping one of her specimen pistols, Lily carefully followed the trail Isabeau had left, the light from the moon providing barely enough illumination to even see the path. Lily was tempted to pull a lantern out of one of her pouches but she had no idea how close they were to their destination and any unnatural light would give warning of her and Ren's approach. 

	After a time that felt agonizingly long but was in reality only ten minutes, Lily and Ren exited the dense part of the forest and entered a small clearing, in the middle of which sat a dilapidated mill. Without the thick branches to obscure most of the light Lily was able to use the moon light to take a decent look at her surroundings. Ren pulled his horse up along side her and waited, though from the look in his eye and the grip on his sword it was clear waiting was the last thing on his mind. Lily was unsure if proceeding to the mill was the right course of action. Isabeau, though insane, was extremely intelligent and even if she doubted she was being followed it seemed unlikely she would trap herself in a building without being sure she was safe. “I am not much in a fight,” Lily said, looking to her side at Ren “so I doubt I will be more than a target to be protected should events turn violent. Go, rescue our friend, and if possible capture Isabeau alive. I will remain here should she try to escape. I may not be a fighter but at the very least I can give chase.” Ren nodded and with a light kick of his heels spurred his horse towards the mill. Though Lily preferred brains over brawn it was not entirely truthful that she could not handle herself in a fight, however it seemed like a reasonable excuse as to why she and Ren should split up. 

	Lily waited to make sure Ren was not going to look back at her, though she doubted he would as his mind was clearly focused on the safe return of Adam. Tucking one of her pistols into her belt Lily slumped forward and took a firm grip on the horn of the saddle. She then closed her eyes and allowed the rest of her body to go limp. Even without her consciously keeping herself in the saddle she remained on the horse. Confident her body would not fall off -barring of course the horse doing something unpredictable- she took a deep breath and willed her mind out of her body. When she opened her eyes she was looking at the slumped form of her own body. Carefully slipping an invisible hand into one of her pouches she retrieved her second pistol. She then slid off the back of the horse to the ground and quickly made her way back into the forest. Under normal circumstances a floating gun would cause alarm, however in the darkness and with so many branches around Lily felt confident the seemingly possessed  gun would remain unseen. Once in the forest she stepped off the trail and began searching for signs Isabeau might have taken a different path. She was not searching for long before, to her surprise, she found not another path but instead Isabeau herself. Along with two horses and Adam slung across the back of one. They were all hidden by the dark and the forest and had she not been specifically looking Lily was sure she would have never found them. 

	It seemed Isabeau was aware she was being followed, though why she didn't simply leave the path and head elsewhere was a mystery to Lily. Perhaps she was hoping Lily and Ren would find the buildign empty and simply leave. Carefully moving forward Lily noticed that Isabeau was starring intently at something. Upon inspection she found that the Lady was starring at Lily's body, still slumped on the horse. From their current position it looked as though Lily had decided to take a nap in the middle of the forest on her horse. Lily smiled to herself, glad her plan had worked. Not wanting to give Iseabau a chance to work out what was going on she pressed her pistol against the back of the Lady's head. “Good evening, my Lady.” As Lillian spoke Iseabeau's breathing stopped. “I'm not interested in killing you, but if you do anything other than cooperate then you will die knowing what its like to have 50 needles puncture your brain with explosive force.”  Though Lily preferred brains over brawn it would be a mistake to assume she could not handle herself in a fight.