"Hail caravaners!" A voice boomed from the road ahead. The clinking of metal could be heard as well as the chatter of the Liltie language.

Aloisia poked her head in between Kail and Tira to look out ahead, "Hey Tira, who was that?"

"Probably just nothing." She said staring at the side of the road. To her surprise, standing there was a caravan of Lilties saluting them with their lances, standing at attention. There was a chatter of greetings from the other caravan, half in Liltie half in common tongue.

"I know this is ironic, but that's a rather large 'nothing'."

There was a muffled groan from inside the wagon. "Aloisia…no noise; trying to sleep."

"Hail Caravaners!" The apparent leader repeated. "I am Sol Racht and behind me stand my noble followers. We are the caravan from the glittering city of Alfitaria! I offer greetings from our city and good luck on your quest!"

Aloisia was overjoyed. She promptly stepped over Xander, who groaned in pain, jumped out the back of the wagon, and ran to stand in front of Sol Racht and offer her hand in greeting. "THANK YOU!"

"No, don't take it!" Tira warned but it was too late. Sol Racht had extended his hand to shake the Clavat's and was now being shaken up and down due to his rather short stature.

Xander slumped himself over the back end of the wagon, "Please tell me she didn't kill him…"

"Chill, he looks fine." Kail answered only half in truth. The Liltie was now trying to right himself after having his armor nearly ripped off.

"I see you have eer…great enthusiasm for your charge. But, no matter! Head my words caravaners! The other day we ran into a fearsome Flan! We nearly lost our lives to the cursed beast. Tread carefully young caravaners, the fate of your village depends on your survival from this deadly demon!"

Aloisia looked stunned. In fact, she looked downright frozen to her spot in front of Sol Racht. "Oh survival…right." She ran a hand through her hair nervously, "I knew that!"

"A flan?" Tira asked confusedly. "You don't mean those little yellow things that look like rotten custard?"

"Indeed! Those would be the same creatures that we ran into. Do not underestimate their simple appearance! They are a dangerous foe to be reckoned with!" The Liltie shook his lance for emphasis which spurred his followers to do the same while chattering again in Liltie.

Xander stumbled, well more like fell, out of the wagon. He dragged himself over to try and stand next to Aloisia. "Please, I'm begging you. Do you know how much I'm going to have to talk to her now that you've scared her!" Xander's hands flew everywhere, "I mean, please! Just look at her now! She's speechless! Aloisia de Tuirne: SPEECHLESS!"

"Take a chill pill Xander! Now you're the one scaring people." Kail pointed to the poor Liltie who seemed to have had the wind viciously knocked out of him.

"My humblest apologies." Sol Racht uttered softly.

"Well we thank you for your kind advice, good sir. If you don't mind, we will depart to continue our journey." Tira said with a hint of actual kindness in her voice. She really did feel sorry for the poor man.

"But of course…"

Xander nodded, "Yep…come on, Aloisia." He moved her back towards the caravan by the shoulder. They disappeared into the wagon.

Aloisia seemed to have finally remembered herself, "Oh! BYE BYE!" Though the wagon tried to muffle the call, there was still an audible wince from the Lilties.

"Farewell caravaners….May you have a safe and…quiet journey."

"Not possible."