The confirmation that he wasn't alone provided some relief, although the woman's name did not sound like any from Archenland. "Emjay." Possibly Calormene? Telmarine, perhaps? He bowed. "I have. I'm-" Considering that he didn't know where he was or how he'd gotten here, identifying himself as a prince of Archenland might not be wise. "Shasta." That wasn't a lie, technically. "At your service, my lady. I don't suppose you've seen a man who looks just like me?" He hadn't entirely given up on the notion that Corin was involved in this somehow. "Or a southern lady with dark hair and eyes?"