<strong>Sylria</strong>, 100 Yards From the Carriages [Lilian Montague, Sebastian Archambault, Sylria, Falkovnian Soldiers]<br/><br/>I yelp as the first woman pushes a hat onto my head, and her words merely confuse me for a few moments.  Hide my ears?  Why would I need to-?  And another deafening explosion blasts my sensitive hearing, and I see one of the soldiers chasing me almost explode, splattering me with his brain matter.  I flinch, taking the hand of the woman to scramble to my feet, and then the man to get onto the horse.  I wanted to be far away from these brutal men, and my words are simple, almost frantic, though I note that my accent is far different than those of the people I have heard. "Th-thank you!  I don't know what is...we should go, quickly!"<br/><br/>But then the man hits the horse, sending it running, and I have to hang on for dear life, afraid of what may happen to him.  I flinch as I see an arrow arch right past him, barely missing, and pray that he won't be harmed.