<strong>Sylria</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br/><br/>The instant that the horse is moving slow enough, I slide off it willingly, not wanting to be on the damnable beast an instant longer than necessary.  The woman pulls the horse to a stop, and I get up slowly, not certain that I am in the best of shape.  As she introduces herself, I blink in confusion, since all of the names are oddly unfamiliar to me, and I don't know why I don't know them.<br/><br/>"Greetings, Lady Montague, I am, so far as I can remember, Sylria." I tell her cautiously, my eyes distrustful as I watch her. "I do know that I am an arcanist, but not long ago I seem to have lost my memory as part of a bargain, and I woke in a forest some distance away, and when I tried to find out what was happening, the villagers called for soldiers.  So I ran, and it has been nearly a week.  But I know nothing of Dementlieu, for which you have my apologies."