The longer Eleven spoke, the wider Lily's eyes grew as she looked from him to Shen Qingqiu, and back to the bundle of weapons that had been dropped on the floor upon their arrival.

"To the undead? That would mean those weapons are from Bonaccorso - to keep the undead out of Taravast, wouldn't it? " Although the house they stood in currently housed about a dozen spectral necromancers, and a handful of undead witches - Lily couldn't help but think that those weapons were the worst thing here.

Her mind was reeling, but there was still work to be done, and her rising fears would have to wait. Before that, however, she looked back to Eleven, her eyes narrowing sharply as her sense of protectiveness flared. "Who attacked you?" The audacity of some people.