Friends
It had been quite some time since she arrived in Avalon, roughly two months. Lilia left the Town of Mask in search of the bastard that left without saying anything. After hitching a ride with one of the High Elves, she arrived in the Rustas Kingdom three weeks prior to the present where she learned about Isaac's current situation.
'Though he's hailed as a Hero, he is also wanted at the same time. I'd laugh, but… I'm also about to get a wanted poster of my own.' Lilia noted as she sat on top of a pile of broken bodies that was the direct result of her anger and disgust.
Among the rest of the beaten up fools, one was spared from the pile. It was a young man with long silver hair. He was a practitioner of the Dracma Tyrant Fighting Method. He was a Prime Disciple — someone who had been taught by a direct line of descent from the Dracma Family — and had opened his own school in the City of Mesa near the Capital of the Rustas Kingdom.