Illiiya

Illiiya looked ahead for a moment... watching the mill to see if it corrected itself. When it did not, she looked to her party, but they seemed more preoccupied with the lagging Breton. She was fairly neutral about the Breton. He did not feel as threatening to her as the dwarf... and he had been fairly kind and chivalrous towards her. Though he seemed to favor his hip flask a bit more than he should, at times.

It looked like no one else had spotted what she had. Humans, she knew, were not as keen of sight... it was fairly possible that they had missed it.

Felix? She said to her escort softly, I-I think... I can see the mill. Something's w-wrong with it. It looks... like it's s-stuck... or broken.