"Are you sure there is nothing we can do?"

"It didn't seem to be that bad, I don't really understand why he hasn't awakened yet."

Two figures stood over a young man who lied on a plain white bed. One of the figures was wore a coat that was the same white as the nearby bed, the other was adorned in a well polished, obviously maintained steel chestplate and the accompanying shoulder plates made the figure appear much larger than the other. The two were having a heated discussion over the young man.

Two voices…I don't recognize them…

"Doctor, this man could very well be dangerous. I want you to exercise the utmost caution, and notify the guardsmen outside the door should he awaken." The doctor simply nodded, as the two separated the gentleman in question began to stir. The armored figure quickly closed the distance as the doctor approached the boy. His eyes slowly came open, and was greeted by the two faces.

"It's about time you came to. I was worried we would have to send for a cleric." The doctor said with a slight sigh of relief.

"Wha…What happened? Where am I?" The boy looked around as he spoke. The room he was in was impeccably tidy, with a few beds similar to his, albeit empty. A small desk was set up in the corner, presumably belonging to one of the two figures in front of him. Probably the one in the coat…

"You just woke up and you're already attempting to protect yourself. At least your better at thinking than you are at stealing."

The man looked sharply at the figure in armor, who had just accused him of theft. Before him stood a proud woman who tied her back and stood tall, her demeanor demanding respect. This aspect of her reminded him of someone.

Who…why do you remind me of someone…do we know each other…wait…

"I'm terribly sorry, but… you wouldn't happen to be able to tell me…"

"I am Philia, leader of the Pegasus Knights, you will address me with respect, thief."

"Miss Philia," the boy corrected himself, hoping to avoid further insult. He continued, "I was wondering… could you perhaps tell me who and where I am?"

The doctor's eyes widened in shock and looked at the Pegasus Knight. Philia's face remained unchanged however, she merely took a deep breath and shook her head. "I hope you don't honestly intend to fool anyone into thinking you've lost your memory. It is not only the most obvious ploy but also the flimsiest. There is no way such a small incident could cause such a thing to occur."

"Excuse me…but what incident?" the boy cocked his head slightly, not understanding Philia's train of thought.

"You were found in one of the smaller treasure rooms. You were sprawled on the floor, near your head was a broken crystal-inlaid copper dish," the doctor explained.

"It amazes me that you more or less caused yourself to be caught." Philia added, shaking her head again.

"I'm…not sure what to say… but I'm not a thief. I don't remember who I am, but it just doesn't feel right when I consider the possibility." The young man was in deep thought, attempting to visualize anything that would trigger his memory.

"Ha! Someone pay this actor. He plays quite the fool! The furrowed brow is especially convincing…" Philia said as the boy slightly glared in her direction at the comment.

"Lady Philia, we have to do something…" the doctor pleaded.

"What do you propose we do?" the Knight-captain snapped back.

"I….I don't know…"

The young man let out a large sigh, his shoulders becoming slightly slumped as he sat there unable to recall anything. "Well, what will you do with me then, Miss Philia. I am unable to defend myself against your accusations because I cannot remember anything before I woke up just now, not even my own name."

Philia looked at the boy with what he thought was slight sympathy. She then spoke up, "I have every wish to trust you, stranger, but my station mandates otherwise."

"I understand. One who would shirk their duty, is one I wouldn't want in the service of milady." The young man paused, Milady? Why did I assume that she works for a noblewoman?

"Oh? You know that I work for Lady Emmeryn then? Perhaps it really was all an act." Philia narrowed her eyes as she looked down at the boy.

"Lady Emmeryn…? No, the name brings nothing to mind. Perhaps I was once in the service of a lady myself… but then why would I be in the treasure room…?" the man continued to wrack his brain, ruffling his hair with his own hands as he thought.

"Perhaps you served a lady? Certainly not with the rags that your wearing," the doctor chuckled, "We've prepared a change of attire for your audience."

"My…audience? Am I truly an actor as Miss Philia implied?" The boy lit up at the possibility of discovering something.

"No, you have an audience with Lady Emmeryn. She requested to speak to you once you awoke." Philia then huffed before turning towards the door. She turned back as she opened the portal to leave, "We have wasted enough time as is. Doctor, let the boy change then notify the guards to bring him to the central chamber when he is prepared."

"Yes, Lady Philia," the doctor replied with a slight bow. She then walked over to the desk and withdrew a set of fresh trousers with an accompanying shirt and vest. In addition a brown hooded cloak was placed next to it along with a set of leather gloves.

"I'll be back to check on you in a moment. I'm sure you'll want privacy while you change." The doctor then stepped into an adjacent room that the young man had missed in his initial scan of the area. He stood, his legs seemingly stiff from laying in bed for a long time. He wasted no time changing. The doctor returned after a few minutes just as the boy was finishing the straps on the gloves. She noticed he had opted to not replace his cloak.

"Did the cloak not fit?" She inquired as she noticed he had also placed the breastplate he had been found in over the new outfit, along with his belt.

"I don't know, I didn't try it on. For some reason this cloak feels…important to me. If it is no issue, I'd like to avoid parting with it."

"Of course, but I'd remind you so that the guards won't have too, keep the hood down, lest you want to be smacked in the head again."

"Well, it might give me my memories back," the man joked as he saw her eyes narrow, he added, "I'll be sure to not wear it."

The doctor nodded with a smile as she went to the door to notify the guards. Two men in full armor and capped with a cone-shaped helmet, each carrying a spear in one hand began to move towards the boy.

Well, if nothing else, this is the start of an adventure…or the end of one…