When Liliana first heard Lord Winter describe something known as Westhaven Tower near the Necropolis of Stone, she was somewhat perplexed. She had lived nearly her whole life in those dark halls but had heard no mention of such a place, not even by her highest superiors. Considering this place was of such import as to be painstakingly recorded on the Lord herself's map, how could no one have even so much as heard a whisper of something as large as a tower? Maybe it was hidden by the spirits, possibly under the Lady's control. Then again, she IS immortal, and one of the most powerful and divine beings to gracefully walk this earth, finding it would have been child's play for her. Still, this would be a good question to ask of the queen later. 

	   Liliana did not care much for a lack of weapons or armor, she preferred guile and deception to kill her enemies anyway. She knew that there would be a great trial by fire to uncover the secrets of Necromancy and magic as a whole, and was prepared to do whatever it takes. The trial was an apt metaphor, as she had just narrowly survived walking through the blacksmith's kiln that was that Gods forsaken desert. Her pale skin offered little protection from the sun's scorching rays, it was a wonder how she doesn't look a charred corpse from a stake burning. Just one of the drawbacks that comes with playing with genetics. 

	When Leliana heard Goro speak regarding magic, he reminded her what she came here for. [color=blueviolet]"Your grace, Goro makes a good point. I myself am very eager to learn the language of the gods. Forgive my prodding, but I truly wish to learn the art of Necromancy, not some back alley parlor tricks. The power to create with one hand and destroy with the other, that is what I desire. I will do anything to prove myself worthy, and considering Goro and Nkosi have traveled from far and wide as well, I feel it only fitting they receive the honor of learning it as well."[/color]