<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2361795#msg2361795">Quote from: Myrleena on 20-10-2009, 23:50:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br/>...<br/>Leaning back a little more, I add, softly. "I don't know of anything else, precisely.  I'm uncomfortable with things.  The way the mansion and the land feels...it puts me on edge.  I don't <em>know</em> what is going on, but I would like to find out.  And I'm...well, I suppose it must seem strange to you, but I'm an architect as well, at least from what knowledge has surfaced in my mind.  I have knowledge of dark creatures, the wilds and dwellers therein, magic, and such things.  I don't trust things, but I'll do my best to make certain we aren't taken by surprise by things in the mansion.  Hopefully if it is a haunt it can be laid to rest easily."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf & Lillian Montague]<br/><br/>"Good," smiled Lillian, pulling Sylria close. "So will you pretend, at least, to be my cousin? Blood is everything in this land, and Montague blood pretty much makes you royalty." Lily gazed up into the branches above them as they spoke. "And you said something about a haunt? The book that bled? Can you tell me more about them," she asked softly. Lily had indeed seen something strange in the house, in the grand mirror in her bedroom. But for now, she didn't feel comfortable sharing her experience. It had been vivid, but she had already convinced herself that it was just a daydream.