OOC:
Emerson, RAW, is a Half-Elf. Though truth be told it is for the beneficial stat spread that I need for the build. I imagine her as a child of free love and is more like a Eighth-Elf but for all intents and purposes that is her race. Also, in truth, she is young character (About 10 I am thinking but it is sort of nebulous as KID). I am kinda going for an Artemis Fowl that isn't a dick :)To Yillia
That sounds delightful, stranger! Could you also show me how you do it? I love learning new things!
Emerson notices Yillas' appraising eye and childishly smiles ever wider, she loves when adults underestimate her.
Ooh! That sounds spooky! You must be strong adventurers then? Perhaps you know my uncle, Mangobarl Lorren? Or cousin, Dazzle? They are adventurers too!
As she speaks Emerson is studying the facial contortions of her new companions hoping to gauge if these are the ones she was instructed to meet up with.
Also, I am sorry! I didn't ask, what are your names?
To Felecia
Absolutely fascinating... What a pretty name... Thank you, he seems like a sweet little friend. May I pet him sometime? That is if you would let me continue walking with you, it would be nice to have some company for awhile.
She smiles but is clearly distracted in awe of this creature and its handler.
To Sorgrimm
Emerson chuckles as pleasantly as she can in hopes of defusing any confrontational situation eyeing the dwarf as possibly the one mentioned to her by Mangobarl Lorren and Dazzle. She curses herself for not getting more intel.
If they were to work together, it was probably best to make a friend.
My mother is away, far away, I actually haven't seen her in some time. My family is not what you might label, traditional.
She pauses and purses her face in thought at how to word
My whole family is my immediate family. As we grow we get passed from person to person to gain... perspective. I am on my way to visit this keep to meet some family I have not yet met in hopes to learn some new things.
Besides, who said pirates couldn't still be good people?
Emerson's whole body tenses to the razor she is trained to be as the lizard man reaches for her pack.
Noticing he doesn't appear to be particularly menacing and that the groups attention has been drawn from her to him the thought occurs to put herself in a situation of distress by an unknown party. Possibly moving them to 'rescue' her, further endearing them.
Before she can complete her though she is dangling in the air.
This lizard, possibly of dragon descent, is much stronger than she thought.
To Lizzy
She chuckles and realizing he means well, better to make a friend here
I mean, a few! Never know when a stout house needs to be built! Thank you sweet, scaly friend!
She slides down out of the pack with one hand searching for her hidden sleeve knife and the other looping into the nearly translucent string that she has tied to a Rapier in her pack, just in case.
As she watches her pack being set and hearing the gaurd regard the group, she quickly and nimbly ties and buckles all the pots and pans that were intentionally loose.
With a heave they all sinch snugly form fitting to the pack, making her movements silent.
With that silence, she slips behind Yillia and waits for the rest of the group to speak. Appearing as unassuming as possible.
