<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>Outside the Carriages<br/><br/>Sebastian smiles broadly at the newcomer.<strong>“No thanks need ma’am,”</strong>he says with a slight bow. All he can manage at the moment with his bandages and sling. His eyes go wide for a second as the woman’s ears show in the flickering torch light. Pointed ears?! He quickly looks down at his feet to ensure that he was still stable. It had been a long day and particularly rough bumps and jostles during the ride to Avonleigh had made pretty sparkles of lights dance before his eyes. Looking up he tries his best not to peer at Sylria.<em>It must have been a trick of the shadows,</em>he thinks. Subconsciously making the sign to ward away evil magic and bad omens with his right hand.<br/><br/><strong>“And I am just Sebastian,”</strong>he chuckles at his own naïve stupidity.<strong>“Bastian to my friends. I hope I was not to rough with you during that frightful incident?”</strong><br/>