Nodding towards where Lily and Dorain stood, talking together obliviously, Belloc said, "This incident hasn't harmed Lily so much that she is unable to reach out and make new friends. I wouldn't be too worried just yet. For the moment," said the wizard, pointing to the Warlock's staff, "I think we should give this matter our full attention. I was nearly overmastered by this, you know. Whence came a Warlock by such might? And who would trust it with such a weapon?" He turned
the seriousness of his gaze on Anest. "I feel for your concern, but there are greater matters at work here that require your undivided attention, and you must rise to the occasion. That your Lily is in grave danger is part of some larger issue! The enemy not only knew about her, but they knew that she is not what she was. Did not I say that what happened had the stink of treachery? Yet, either what happened between the two of you wasn't planned, or if it was, the plan seems to have gone awry, which might bode well for us if only we knew what was going on. It is obvious that she in some way poses a threat, or the enemy would not have gone to all this trouble."