"Do I?" The Lady Amalthea responded to Ser Carter's statement of her knowing the region better than he. Her voice and question though were not directed at him but to herself. 

	Did she? A slender finger tapped delicately against dusty pursed lips in thought trying to remember about any dangers or anything about the region at all. Nothing came to mind but that did not mean much in her bewildered and foggy mental state. A phoenix could be residing in the tallest tower of the castles narrow keep and she would not remember.

	More questions followed and broke her fragile concentration and her deep eyes lifted to meet his through the slit of his helmet, as if she was peering into his soul though she would not even if could recall how. 

	The single digit that had been tapping against her lips stilled to them as the lips relaxed. She thought a moment again before the finger lowered and hand slid back beneath the tattered cloak. 

	"I do not know," she admitted through parted lips that formed each syllable as gracefully as every other movement she made. "Perhaps." 

	Her head turned slightly towards the village and then back towards the castle. Why was she out walking? She had forgotten.

	"I should return to the keep," the Lady Amalthea said absentmindedly to the two men before her.