<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br/><br/>Lilian realized that the elf behind her was loosing her grip, the warm body no longer pressed behind her, it was at an awkward angle.  No longer hearing the silent whoosh of arrows, she saw a small stream in front of her.  Pulling on the reins, she brought the gelding to a stop.<br/><br/>Jumping off the horse, Lilian absentmindedly tidied her skirt before acknolwedging the elf who had slipped off silently.<br/><br/>"I'm Lilian Montague, daughter to Henry Montague, the richest nobles in Dementlieu.  Who are you?  Are you a slave?"