Lilly Roth is an NPC first met in the end of Act 5 at the Cathedral Rooftop after the character is revived by Sin following being defeated by Kitava. She then offered us a lift to Lioneye's Watch in Act 6, beginning our Part two.
She is the granddaughter of Weylam Roth.
Alright, we're safe for the time being. Now let me introduce myself properly.
Lilly Roth. Yeah, I'm one of those Roths. Some call me 'smuggler', others 'pirate', yet I prefer the sound of 'nautical entrepreneur'. Came up with that one meself.
So you come see Lilly if you need something, or even if you just fancy a good chat with a lovely lady.
Weylam Roth... here, let me share something I remember fromme granddaddy's stories.
No sooner had the others turned in fear from the great, white Leviathan, did Weylam load the ballista with his final harpoon. And right then he vowed, to sea and sky, that he and he alone would be the one to finally kill this bastard son of the Brine King.
The ballista fired and the harpoon smote that creature right between the ribs as it made to dive back under the angry sea. Thick clouds of blood bloomed beneath the waves, roses flowering in the black water, and impossible though it seemed, the already shadowed ocean grew darker still...
He used the bones of the great beast to reinforce the hull of his ship, the Black Crest. Old Rot-tooth, he's a true legend. A real pirate hero. I can only hope, one day, me own stories will reach his ears and make him proud of the granddaughter he had to leave behind.
Time was, Tarkleigh and I would smuggle all 'bout the coast of Oriath. Ah, good days they was. Sweet with rum, nothing but the wind and salt in our faces, freedom in our hearts... and the law on our tails.
But I could tell he were getting ready to make feet for children's stockings with me, so I cut him loose. Not a spark's chance under the ocean the dreaded Lilly Roth's gonna wind up swelling like some drowned carcass.
Stil, nice to work with that bugger one more time, just for old time's sake, you know?
That scallywag? I reckon Bestel thinks I be kind of lass who'd bed down with any sort of rascal. Ha, not too far off I guess. He is rather sweet, but not the most comely of figures.
Actually, he kinda reminds me of me Grandfather Weylam Roth. A poet and scoundrel extraordinaire, he be Bestel's but spittle from the mouth of Old 'Rot-tooth' Roth.
"Buss my blind cheeks," said the Sailor to the Doxie. She sports her dairy treats afar, and relishes her moxie. But a fire ship'll sink the broken 'neath the ocean waves. Tip nutmegs a deadly token, sends captains to their graves!"
You have the look of a wayfarer about you. I've a few bits and bobs in the hold that I managed to salvage from Oriath.
Might be you're in the market for a little insurance for the road? The sort of nautical charm or a quaff of tonic be providing.
Go on, have a look-see, and if you be thinking to trade, I reckon we can come to a fair arrangement.
The Brine King (After completing The Brine King quest)
The Black crest, she lives again! And me granddaddy... still can't believe Merveil did that to him, the bilesome bitch! At least his spirit roams free once again. Wonder if he'll come and visit his favourite granddaughter one more time...
Anyways, with the Brine King gone, you've done a fine thing for us seafarers. The waters won't no longer pander to the whim of an overgrown bloody crustacean, and damn me if I don't feel a stirring in me loins. It's the ocean, calling... like a lust-starved lover.
But for now, bugger it all, I'll be sticking about Lioneye's Watch until I get me a new ship. Nah, don't feel sorry for me. With me womanly wiles as sharp as they are, I'll be having Tarkleigh help me pass the time, just you see.
While you be skulking about, I've managed to do a bit of hunting on me own. Got a hull-full of baubles and trinkets here. Which I managed to... "procure."
Take a look, you might find something particularly naught to help you on yer life's voyage.
Rescue (After killing the Depraved Trinity)
You're questioning me? The great sea-mistress Lilly Roth, about how she so happened to find you, failing at drowning, on some godforsaken fleshy piece of land?
Thought it'd be obvious. Grandfather and I, we came to thank you for our little reunion here, you started. Caught wind that you were playing around up here with that dead beast from the locals.
So we followed yer trail, dreaden we'd be findn' yer body bits strewn all over this godforsaken mountain. But lo and behold, what do we get? Our favourite exile, twiddling their thumbs.
Yer lucky ol' Weylam's still got some thaumaturgical prowess in his bones. How the hell did you end up here anyhow?