<strong>Sylria</strong>, Outside the Carriages<br/><br/>I smile at his response, and shake my head in turn.  His gesture was odd, and not one that I recognized, but it was no matter.  My voice is soft as I reply, my voice strange even to my own ears, the words so different, just from the intonation. "Still, you have my thanks, Mister Archambault.  I have no idea what was going to happen to me should the soldiers catch me, and everyone's aid was quite brave.  And no, you were not rough, it merely seems that I do not have any real experience with horses."<br/><br/>Blinking at the sudden interruption, I turn to look at the newcomer.  Slender, curvy, and with golden tresses and blue eyes, I could only wonder what she wished to speak to me for.  I nod my head, seeing easily in the dim light.  I reply, cautious as always. "My greetings, Lady d'Errineiu, I am Sylria.  At least, that is my name so far as I know.  Forgive me if my words seem odd, but I have no memories beyond the past couple of weeks.  I am pleased to make your acquaintance as well, though I am...a trifle uncertain what to do now.  Besides rest soundly for the first time in weeks, now that my pursuers have been dealt with."