White Lily was surely a strange spirit, this was known throughout the community. Too committed to her work, she barely shed enough time for you and her companions, let alone, eat or sleep, her mind was too clouded with work.

So why not drag her out of it?

“T-the wind is a little too harsh here….!! Can we return to the tree?” White Lily yells above the loud whistling on the cliff. It’s too high for her liking. You’re too close to the edge. She doesn’t like it.