The Scorzas had returned to Loren. Just what that meant remained to be seen. Tallis was at the marketplace, a package under her arm as she quickly made her way through the crowd. Her horse was tied up near the stable, and it was there that she stopped in her tracks as she encountered a most unexpected character.

“Marquis Allemeade,” Tallis greeted him, “What a surprise this is…” She glanced to the eyepatch but then shifted her gaze to the rest of his face. He knew her as Tallis Morand, just another woman who had done business with his family, but she was not unknown by any means.

Remiel paused his walk at the mentioning of his name, turning in the direction of the slightly familiar voice his eye landed on Tallis Morand. He didn't remember the night of the ball so he had forgotten about the small exchange with Tallis and Acacia but he got the feeling Tallis didn't like him. It was confusing.

"Lady Morand," Remi dipped his head, "Whats the surprise? Are you in the market for a horse too?"

“No, no, no,” Tallis said, eyes glancing over the sorry beasts that the stable had to offer before redirecting her gaze to Remiel, “Simply good conversation. Just boarding my own here while I take care of some business about town.” Her brow furrowed.

“Forgive me for prying, but how is it you find yourself stranded without a steed, Marquis?” She inquired sweetly.

Remi wasn't sure why he felt so defensive, it seemed to dissolve when Tallis confirmed with him that she wasn't being malicious.

"I was summoned to Loren and I sent my ranch hand back to the Keep with the transportation," Remiel wasn't impressed with the selection of horses either as he looked them over again, "I'll need one to return when my own business is concluded here," he wasn't sure what Tallis knew about the return of the Eldouir, but he was curious about something else, "Can I ask you something? It's going to sound odd but do you know anything about an Honora Allemeade?" saying the womans name still meant nothing to him, he didnt know her despite Scout telling him she was his sister. Again it caused much chaos in his mind, he knew his family was just him. Luna was dead, Uncle Marek had been gone for years, his Mother was gone, and his Father was a Nevermere man now long ago abandononing the family.

Well wasn’t this…interesting. Tallis arched an eyebrow and tilted her head, examining the man before her with new interest and a hint of confusion.

“Surely you do not mean your sister, Marquis?” Tallis said with an amiable smile.

"Luna?" Remiel left the name as both a lingering question and confirmation, "It's confusing to explain and not beat around the bush, allegedly I have another sister...not just Luna, Honora is the sister you are referring to?"

Curiouser and curiouser. Tallis was clever, but not clever enough to put two and two together as to the absence of Remiel’s memories. After all, what was she, a mind reader? Still, it was intriguing indeed.

“Why yes, Marquis,” Tallis responded patiently, brow still furrowed, “Your elder sister; once the queen’s advisor, but…well…” She suppressed a smirk, “Not so much anymore, I’m afraid.” She stepped forward, scanning Remiel's face as if for signs of intoxication or illness.

"Are you unwell, Marquis?"

Remiel didn't move or flinch away when Tallis stepped forward he was in his head again, but he did shake his head, "I don't have an elder sister," his last good eye looked up at Tallis, "I had a younger sister...Luna...and she died," touching his forehead he sighed, "I've been told my memories have been stolen...by this Honora, the same woman you speak of but I don't know her."

Tallis raised an eyebrow. The sweetness of her demeanor was starting to fade due to her clear interest in this strange situation.

“And why would they think that, whoever this is?”