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"Please, call me Lily. Lady Paladin is my father." Lily said on a reflex, an impish grin crossing her face before she returned to her prior solemnity. "The road from Daggerford was adequate until about thirty miles out, then it was gone. It looked as though a heavy rain had turned most of it to dust, otherwise I would have arrived days ago. Hopefully it was the will of Gods on our side that I was delayed, but I fear we aren't that lucky." Lily's horse approached the squawking bird and sniffed at her. *"Hello! I am Arafaer! Are you a bird? I am a horse. I hurt my foot on the rock. Do you know where good grass is? I am hungry. I like grass."*

"I hadn't intended to destroy him. I'm prepared for that option, but I would prefer not to. If he is indeed a Death Knight he is a terrible foe." She shifted her footing, adjusting the sword at her side. "But he must be confronted, and must confess the truth." Lily sighed, looking over her shoulder. "If we are to travel together, we must be able to trust one another. If he cannot or will not tell us this, he has no place in our company, and leaving the Undead in our wake, their threat uncertain..." She shook her head. "It is not an option."

"A Death Knight." Lily's voice was as steady as steel and as cold as ice, which sent a thrill of pride through her that belied the chill running through her guts. Was she ready to face a threat of that magnitude? It seemed the most probable explanation for him, the armor and symbols and his own words suggested he was a Paladin, which could only mean that. Death Knights were a terrible, greatly feared enemy, and the Knights of the Triad had tales of the horror and suffering brought at their hands, the nightmare of facing one of your brother or sister knights in battle, now twisted into a foul monster. "We should confront the monster before we proceed. Do what is necessary."

Lily fell into step beside Korick. "I had a feeling as much. Gabriel trusts you, and if you trust your friend, I'll be satisfied with him watching after Arafaer." She glanced over her shoulder at the distant form of the man in armor, her brow furrowed. "Who is that man? Something about him is...not right." She didn't expect any arguments on that point, between the hobo's bird freaking out and the persistent stench.

If he's upfront with his condition, yeah, that might work, but if he keeps it secret I'm going to be doing mental gymnastics to keep her from trying to destroy him.

Okay, we really need to work out how the Druid, Paladin, and Cleric aren't going to notice Larris being a rotting corpse brimming with dark magic, or at least how they won't go Old Yeller on his ass when they do figure it out.

"Just being polite, -Mister- Korick." Mister Korick sounded somewhere between childishly absurd and obnoxiously patronizing, but just calling him Korick sounded far too familiar for a man that much her senior. Not that Lily was feeling a bit testy after the long trek from Daggerford on foot with a limping horse. "Arafaer threw a shoe halfway from Daggerford, I was hoping to find a farrier who could fix him up in this town." The buzzing was stronger this close. Familiar and unpleasant. *The tomb.* "There's something nasty around here. It might just be the Moor, Gods know there's enough monsters there." She shook her head. "Nevermind. What else have you learned about this town?"

Lily Beckett was lost. It was, she reflected, not really her fault. The directions she had received were awful - go east, and follow the path laid before you? What in Torm's name did that mean? In retrospect maybe she should have let the man finish before she rode off at Daggerford. And now her old, reliable courser was now hobbling beside her, the rocky hills of the Moor having caused him to throw a shoe. She'd checked the leg, and -that- was okay. But all the magic available to her wasn't able, irritatingly enough, to regenerate his broken hoof. And so they walked, her horse hobbling beside her, Lily offering what aid she could manage to her companion. It wasn't much, but the horse was strong willed. "Can't be much further now, Arafaer." She said to him. "Look, the river." She pointed ahead, and followed the line of it in either direction, letting out a sigh of relief as she saw the massive lake. She knew, at least, that she was on the north side of the river. "Only a little further now." The two arrived a few hours later, a number of others already assembled. She found the odds of so many arriving at so remote a destination with such a broad timespan rather improbable, but if there was one thing she knew it was not to protest coincidence or destiny. She checked her sword at her hip, shrugged her helm on the strap that hung on her back, and regarded the others. A bear caught her attention first, the only other being on four legs, who seemed to either be asleep or simply resting. A familiar buzz began in the back of her mind, a whisper of fell powers or ill intent, and she braced herself, but no one seemed to fit the profile. A large, robed man was speaking to a child - no, not a man or a child. The green skin gave the first away, someone of mixed blood more likely, speaking to a halfling. In her defense she was a good ways away. There were three others nearby - two in ornate, heavy armor and a slender man or elf. She paid them no further mind and kept walking, arriving in proper earshot a minute or so later, in time to hear one of the armored figures request a bandage. "I take it we are all gathered here for the same purpose. Sir Korick, Gabriel Beckett sends his regards, but he's not much for traveling anymore. I'm his daughter, Lily."

Oh, great, now I have to handle his Dick.

Barbara grabbed the arms of her chair and almost rose to her feet, shock overriding her better judgement. "Jason!" She caught herself before her helpless legs sent her sprawling to the floor, pushing herself back into her seat. Stunned surprise filled her face, he was about the last person she expected to see here. She sat there for a good few seconds, then shook her head and rolled forward, managing a smile for him. She hadn't been there for his return, had heard about the whole incident second-hand, and even then she hadn't entirely believed that Jason was really still alive. Or back from the dead, at any rate. A thousand increasingly banal things to say came to mind, just words to fill the awkward silence, ranging from *"You look good!"* to *"Nice jacket!"* and an endless array of similar, equally brainless things to say. Finally, she settled on simple, unvarnished honesty. "I didn't expect to see you." *Brilliant selection, Barbara.* Now how did you ask someone if they were here to be one of the Groomsmen, or here to wreak havoc in a polite way? "Are you here to stay?" *Well, you've made better conversation choices, but that one isn't your worst either.*