Lily stood silent, a goblet of untouched liquid in her hand. She hadn't had anything to eat, nor drink. She had been studying the other people there, ignoring any of the servants. Mostly, she had just tried to be unnoticeable. 

Call for volunteers. Lily felt like she hadn't had a choice. She would do anything to protect the land she loved, even if no one recognized her. If she died, so be it. But she wasn't going to die.

She set her goblet down, looking about. It would bode well to have allies. Yet she was never any good at speaking to someone first. Who would be a good choice? She mused, then started to wander around the room as if she hadn't a care in the world.

She wasn't scared. She had her bow. How could she ever be scared, as long as she had that?