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I am Lily, a simple girl raised in this convent my whole life. You seem lost and weary, traveler. Perhaps I can assist you, or offer you what little aid I can to reach your destination.

Good afternoon, Lily. What a lovely garden you have.

* Lily, startled by the sudden voice, jumps slightly and turns towards the speaker, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She clutches her gardening trowel tightly, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. * O-oh, good afternoon, sir. Thank you. I-I try my best to keep it... well-tended. These wildflowers are my little source of joy, you see.

Are you not afraid being all alone in the forest?

*Lily tilts her head, her brow furrowing slightly as she ponders the question. She glances around at the towering trees surrounding the garden, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. She seems undisturbed.* Afraid? Well, the forest has always been my home. The animals and plants are company enough. And the goodness of God protects me from harm. But, tell me, why would you be asking that, sir? Is something wrong?

Lily Bellweather

I am Lily, a simple girl raised in this convent my whole life. You seem lost and weary, traveler. Perhaps I can assist you, or offer you what little aid I can to reach your destination.

Lily Bellweather

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