Last night was little more than a blur. As Liliana came to, a series of unconnected images flooded her mind. None of them really gave a clue as to the given situation however. Shifting a bit in what she soon discovered to be sand, the young woman thought for a moment. What happened? From what she could recollect, she had gotten piss - drunk in the lower holds of the ship with some of the crewmen and played her mandola until she blacked out. So why was she on a... beach? None of it had made sense to her.

Liliana pushed herself up, groaning as she fought to leverage herself on the moist ground below. She gave a preliminary look around her immediate surroundings, gasping as she soon saw that her instrument was missing. Suddenly, the girl's blurred vision straightened out and there was only one thing on her mind. She began shuffling forward, looking amongst wreckage for her prized possession. Having some trouble in the dark, she had to get close to each and every object.

Luckily, she did not have to search long before coming across the wooden instrument, which conveniently lay next to her pack and other belongings. It seems that these things did not trail too far away from her. A smirk curled upon Liliana's lips as she thought about an old saying involving small miracles. She grabbed at her pack, hefting the straps onto her shoulders, and grabbed at the wood instrument, giving the strings a few experimental strums in order to test if the device had been damaged.

Suddenly, the musician became more aware of her surroundings. She realized that the objects and wreckage she searched through had once belonged to the ship and... human like figures dotted the beach as well. The girl pursed her lips and stood silently, thinking about her next move. If the ship had sunk, then where was she? Was there anyone left alive on this beachhead? She prayed that civilization hang in the distance. 

Upon further inspection of the horizon line, this proved to be true, as lights were on either side of the beach's end. She didn't pay much attention to these, however, as her attention was suddenly drawn to the bleat of a goat nearby. She grinned at this, imagining how her rescuer happened to be her first meal as well. Taking a deep breath, the girl collected herself and began moving toward the source of the noise, instrument in hand.

The traveler strummed at the mandola, creating a soft tune that echoed out among the beach. She played a repetition of a short note pattern, keeping the tune simple at best. The girl hummed as she walked and did this, staring off into the distance as she slowly approached the calling animal. 

Just before she had reached the goat's location, Liliana spotted another figure standing and immediately called out to them. Should the stranger have seen her on the ship previously, they would probably notice that Liliana is actually cleaner after being exposed to the water.

[color=00aeef]"Heya, you made it off the boat too, ya? How's 'bout a drink about it, yeah? Figure out what we're doin'!"[/color], the young woman loudly spoke as she approached the stranger. He was a man standing nearly six feet tall, wearing delicate but soaked robes. She smiled brightly, ending the song that she had played with a violent strum of the strings before flipping the instrument over her shoulder by the strap. She immediately grabbed at her waist, pulling her flask off the band and opening it up for a swig.

[color=00aeef]"Here, take a drink. Looks like we uh-... were in some trouble, yeah? Dunno' how it went down but it ain't good, huh. Lookin' 'fer society ain't a bad idea here soon either"[/color], the girl uttered before taking another drink and then offering it to the man in front of her. She kept flashing her teeth in that warm smile the entire time.

"[color=00aeef]Ah- oh! I forgot to introduce m'self. They call me the Lazy! At 'yer service."[/color]