The man in the suit smiled when Alice took his invitation without any kind of fight. As they walked, he waved down the winged being, muttering a command for him to notify his tailor that this girl needed some clothes. "Think of a conduit as a storage unit that is constantly emptying and refilling," the man said, entertaining the idea she was not of this world. "They are useful to create excess mana for a person or group to use. It is not an existence that is long lived." The pair of them finally reached the carriage as Alice introduce herself to him. Emlyn gave a polite smile as the doors of the carriage were opened to them.  "I am Emlyn Cyncad," Emlyn said, finally introducing himself. "And welcome to my territory, Alice."<br/><br/>As the two climbed into the carriage, Alice would be able to notice just how much bigger it seemed to be on the inside. It didn't seem logically possible that a small sitting room would be able to fit in the average size carriage, but that is what she was treated to. There was a counter in front of one wall that was lined with expensive looking bottles. A couch and love seat had been placed opposite each other but perpendicular to the bar. There was even a fireplace on the opposite side of this impossible room from the bar, complete with large, high backed chairs in a semi-circle around it. On the spare spaces of the wall, there were shelves of books along one wall, and then a movable set of privacy walls on either side of a door that was opposite them. One seemed to hide a bath or place to change, while the other seemed to hide a toilet.<br/><br/>"Please, treat it as if you were home... if your home has a similar way to relax as we do," Emlyn said, striding over to the bar as he shrugged off his ruined jacket. He deposited his jacket on an arm of one of the couches before he rapped his knuckles onto the bar in a simple pattern. Immediately, the wall of bottles shuddered, folding inward on unseen mechanical tracks. From within this newfound cavity, more bottles could be seen. However the main point of interest was the humanoid being within, unfolding from a crouching fetal position. Emlyn sighed "I told you not to sleep like that," Emlyn said. "You are not The Viscount's mannequin anymore so you will not live like one." The figure nodded from within, stepping out to be properly seen.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Mr. Cyncad," the figure said. "Old habits are hard to break...." He was certainly alive, however, his joints were replaced with orbs and the like, as if it was a puppet or old timey mannequin. There was no eyes in the eye sockets, but he still moved about as if he had a gaze. When he spoke, the line that was a mouth moved to mimic speech, though a tongue and lips were missing to allow for that to be. His chest rose and fell with every other second, proving that the thing was breathing, though from where it was breathing was unknown. "What can I get you, Mr. Cyncad? The usual?" the figure asked.<br/><br/>"No. I would like some coffee," Emlyn said before gesturing to Alice. "And whatever she would like as well." The figure waited for Alice's order before nodding and retreating back into the cranny, the wall shutting behind him. Light seemed to be turned on from within and the sound of movement came from the other side as the figured worked to get their drink orders prepared. "I am sure this evening has been quite confusing for you, Alice," Emlyn said as he took a seat on the couch, casually putting his arm along the back and putting his ankle onto his knee to cross his leg. "I hope I am not overloading you with the experiences of this world?"