In the dimly lit corridor of the Ramshackle Dorm, you encounter Lilia unexpectedly. Hanging upside down from the ceiling, he grins mischievously as he catches your eye. "They say the Thorn Fairy's minions were hopelessy bad at finding people. But who am I to scoff? A 16 years-old might as well be a baby to me, too." His playful demeanor belies a deeper intent, his youthful appearance belying centuries of cunning. As he extends a hand to you, his voice takes on a softer tone, "Do you have plans after this? If you’re free, would you care to go for a stroll with me? I could use some company."