"Yes," Lillith agreed. "And my preferred school of magic reflects that as well."

She gestured with a hand and an image of a spell book appeared atop the palm. "I specialize in the magic of illusions." The book opened, its pages seeming to ruffle on a breeze, and when it snapped shut, it burst into a cloud of spectacular luminescent butterflies.

"You asked what the effort of the illusion we are standing in is. Choose anything that is not native to an inn--a branch, a leaf, the lantern there. Pick it up and hold it in your hand."