The woman frowned, feeling pity for the man. "There is no woman here by that name... There is only my lady Amilia, an enchantress, and loving daughter of Namireah Vildaniore'." she said. "My mistress Millie feel pity for you, and has sent me down to learn of you... If you take my hand, i can fly you up to her." The woman said,offering a beautiful, silky soft, pale hand.