Sharn? The name was... familiar... Sentient Construct? That... seemed to make sense; she knew what the words meant, and she had seen what she looked like...<br/><br/>Lady Alexandra d'Cannith... was dead? But... she had seen herself as her, had she not? The room had looked so familiar, the locket seemed addressed to her, had it not? Alexandra... or was that her name? 'Alexandra' furrowed her brow, for she was confused, scared, even as she was was guided off of the boat and out into a room once more. Through halls she was guided, to a room with little light and even less window, and though she had her hands free once more, unbound... there was little to be done about her new dwellings.<br/><br/>All she had to do was to wait... or go through the magical items she now had. Well... she could have... instead she opened up the amulet again, analzying it, observing it... the picture was a tad more faded than before, but still in good shape. The woman was lovely... and proportioned like she, even if her hair was not quite the same length, and nothing was yet the same color...<br/><br/>Yet somehow she felt connected to this woman, and the man in the picture... the man whom built her... but why the connection to the woman? Why had she seen herself as her, and the world so drastically different before she'd been captured?<br/><br/>She could only wonder as she waited, idly thoughtful as she sat in silence, staring at the amulet...