<div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Outside the Carriages [Everyone]<br/><br/>A tall and thin scrap of woman comes meandering through the ladies and gentlemen with a heavy trunk of dried foods. "Hmmph, you'd think he were a noble the way he stands around consorting with them ladies," she murmurs out loud, to no one in particular, but clearly loud enough for Sebastian and those around him to hear. "And here I thoughts to meself...a big oaf of a brother is sure handy to have about. To carry things. To get firewood for the stoves. To keep his poor lil' sis company while she makes that fire, and cooks something warm for his big, oafish belly."<br/><br/>She bumps into Sebastian on the way by, and almost hits Sylria. "Oh, don't mind me. Just struggling with these grains. They sure are heavy!" she laments, stumbling towards the house and into the lit hallway beyond.