Broken Boulder The great sleep has taken her

Lily let loose an exaggerated sigh of patience through her nostrils as the woman again dropped a name she didn't know. Before she could answer, Ulf exited the scene. She craned her head round to watch him go, concerned. The look on his face had disconcerted her, and when this was over, she'd make a point to go check on him.

Looking back at the stranger, she repeated, "I'm not familiar with that name. They must have just come here, or you've made a mistake." Likely the former. Lily had spent the day hunting and lounging in the Paradise Garden; if he'd come within the last few hours, it was probable she could have missed him. Still, self-preservation and all that.

"Are you lost? Looking for somewhere to stay?" Lily queried, cocking her head to the side.