<strong>Sylria</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br/><br/>I get out of the carriage, feeling a little nauseous from the ride.  The food had been good, but something about it hadn't been quite right, and with the rocking of the carriages it hadn't felt quite right in my stomach.  Hopefully it would stay down, and I wondered what I was supposed to do.  I nod to Sebastian, as I had learned his name over the trip.  I speak softly. "Greetings, Mister Archambault.  I did want to thank you for doing your best to save myself and Lady Montague in the mess earlier, but we didn't have the opportunity.  So, you do have my thanks.  I am, so far as I know, Sylria."<br/><br/>I step off to the side, examining the house in some distrust.  It felt...odd.  I flick the lock back again, having given Lilian's hat back to her.  It had pinched my ears a little too much, and things seemed as safe as they were going to get.  Sighing, I shake my head.  The only question was what mess I was going to stumble into next, since I doubted that my memories were going to return easily.  Or at all.