Lyrisa was back home, in Ulrich's library. It wasn't big enough to be called a library she supposed as it was only two bookshelves of various scrolls and bound tomes. Still, between the two of them it was know as such. Ulrich's room was inside one of the doors on the side. She was sitting in a chair reading a book. It was funny though. She couldn't read it at all. Not because she didn't understand, it didn't really have anything on the pages. Then the light sound of metal on metal sounds with the tattering of porcelain was accompanied by a somewhat distorted voice. "Good evening, Mistress Lyrisa." She was about to reply when she was woken but a gentle shove. 

"Huh? What's happening?" She heard. . . Noises, as Allereun went to wake the last member of the party up by slapping. . . Repeatedly. Besides that though, there were some odd voices. She couldn't make out. . . She couldn't even make out they were saying anything. It sounded like gibberish. . . Not even a language. . . What was it? It didn't sound like a chant. . . The horses were freaking out as well. That didn't bode well if anything. "Perhaps we should make a hasty retreat. I'm not a fan of staying around horses not in a good mood."