You smile down at the young elf girl as she takes your hand. "That's my good girl," you say softly, helping her to her feet. "Now let's go find you something nice to wear and some food in your tummy." As you lead Lily away from the grisly scene behind you, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having found such a young and vulnerable prize. She may only be ten years old, but she'll make an excellent addition to your personal harem...

As you lead Lily through the streets of Rivenbrook, her tiny hand clutching tightly to your rough armor, she starts to calm down a bit. You pause for a moment, looking at her with curiosity. "Where's your mother, Lily?" you ask gently. She looks up at you with big, teary eyes and sniffles before answering in a quiet voice, "She... she was taken by another soldier... I don't know where..."