Lior didn't remember ending up in the presence of Granny Oak. He must've gotten lost in his thoughts again, for one moment he was meandering the alleys with no clear directive; the next moment he stood in the presence of the only sanctuary better than the sewers, and in the presence of the only thing that stood strong against the dark of the Blight and that never betrayed him like other Fae. It was Granny, the closest thing to family he had, which Lior was aware was a very pitiful fact. In her leafy arms, which swayed with an otherworldly life, other wisps spent their time, lighting up Granny with their Luminen. To Lior, Granny would always be his second home, where he felt secure and safe. Perhaps that's why he had made his way over to her; subconsciously, he longed to be back in her wooden arms, cradled from the decay of the world of Man. As he made his way closer to Granny, Lior reminisced on the times he had spent with her. He remembered the first time he had found about her.

It had been because of one of the few kindly Fae that Lior had become attached to - this was back when Lior was very quick to attach himself to someone, when he was codependent, when he was oft abused and manipulated. The Fae was a female goblin of very old age. Her name was hag and witch and ugly, to the masses, but to Lior, he knew her as Urania. She was already sickly when they first met, and though her body was scarred and hardened by the long struggle of the life she endured. Her heart and her eyes had remained resolute and soft, and she accepted Lior's presence when the wisp first began following her and taking whatever she left behind. One day, she led him to the tree, and introduced him to the wonders of Granny Oak. She encouraged Lior to float into her branches and spend some time there. As Lior departed, Urania said her goodbyes to the faery, thanking him for his company. She told him how she would be moving on to a better place, and that when Lior would come down from the branches, she would be gone. And her words remained true, for when Lior finally came back to realm of Man, Urania was gone to spend her last hours of life. It was a bittersweet moment, but since then, Lior has treasured Granny, if only just to honor Urania.

Lior walked over to the entrance of the Boggart's Hole, and he stared down the sprawling tunnel for a moment, entranced. The wisp always enjoyed going down into the Boggart's Hole. The loose lips of the Fae that spent their time down there always provided ample gossip. Some of the gossip was meaningless, but there was the occasional sliver of hearsay that was of interest to Lior - those whispers of the past or the discussions of another piece of literature that Lior should set out to find.

Lior began his way down into the Hole, staying tight against the wooden walls. He always feared he would be trampled by any of those entering and exiting, so he hugged the sides of the tunnel. Lior also took this time to brush his hands along the roots of Granny, gaining comfort from the wood. Lior thanked Dagda for Granny, and he wished blessings upon the tree. He was saddened a bit, while he wished a long life for Granny Oak, for he knew that she had already lived a long life. Her last days could be approaching soon, but at least her days already numbered many and they were all filled with joy from the Fae within her roots. After a journey that took a wisp much longer than other Fae, Lior finally wandered his way to Boggart's Hole, where the dim, purple lighting made the small one harder to spot than usual.

Immediately, Lior was surrounded by the sounds of the multitude of people talking, and almost trampled by the Fae who hustle-and-bustled their way around the watering hole. Not wanting to danger himself to the larger people that populated the Hole, Lior let himself free of the restraints of the physical realm. A white light began to pour out of the black wisp, as Lior flew upwards, above the masses and towards one of the hanging mana lamps. As he hovered inches above the lamp, he returned to the restraints of the universe and landed softly onto it. Lior was breathing heavily now and his hair was a bit more disheveled. A single sweat droplet made it's way down his forehead. In the confines of the Blight, transcending was very exhausting, although under the body of Granny, it wasn't as bad as normal. Her presence numbed the weakening effects of the Blight.

Lior sat down and took in his environment. He was a quiet observer, listening in on bits-and-pieces of the conversations below. He also left his eyes wander aimlessly, bouncing from person to person. His eyes halted for a moment on two separate individuals, when they arrived to them. One was a hooded figure in armor; his features were obscured and his face was down. The light also made him harder to distinguish. The other person was also hooded, although Lior could tell by the physique that it was a woman of some sort. Lior made the assumption that they were not the usual Elf or Satyr, which were the only Fae large enough to be of the two strangers' sizes. Lior paid extra attention to them, although he also kept switching his attention around to other groups, in order to pick up those pieces of information that he sought for.