Emma was going to do one last thing before leaving. One last thing of pleasure before the hard life of the road started. She was going to go and see a play at the theater. She was quite excited about it. It would be the last play she'd get to see in a very long time, and it also had been quite a while since the last one. The fact that it was a comedy just made everything all the better..

She was all ready and packed back home, the things at the door. She just needed to set foot inside and change her clothes and she'd be off. Now however, she was dressed in her finest gown. It was a red silken dress, slightly frilly and wavy at the bottom. Half of the dress was wavy in fact, from her waist down. The upper section had a wavy pattern over her shoulders and the edges were lined with golden threads. The dress was a short sleeved one, only covering her shoulders and she wore a red but transparent thin silken lace that secured itself to her middle finger on both hands, Around her neck she wore her necklace, a family heirloom of generations past and on her shoes she wore red stilettos, matching her dress.

It was a fine evening, and she laughed a lot, gaining a few looks from the other nobles around her in the top of the theater, and a few ladies snickered at her but Emma paid no mind. Her father looked somewhat embarrassed though at her antics and her mother laughed along with her, so he let it slide. It was her last day in the city after all, and he wanted her to enjoy herself. The view was spectacular from her spot, however, you had to use 'lady-binoculars' to be able to see the smaller details of the show. Between her laughter she was puffing on her cigarette. It was a habit that she had picked up from a lady friend of her's which she smoked from time to time.

Suddenly though, just as she was laughing at a silliness, a chandelier started falling from the roof which crashed into the crowd. She had stood up, trying to see what was going on when a mage was pointed out as the culprit for it. While only one had been crushed by it, a few had died as the winds had crushed them and many more had their bones cracked and would possibly be maimed for life.

Emma was furious as she shouted along with the crowd for the death of the mage, for him to be punished for his crimes, death, for death, maim for maim. He would probably be interrogated, beaten, tortured and all manner of cruel things that he justly deserved for his crimes. While she had not seen his magic make the chandelier fall, she had been too busy laughing, she had seen the magic that had maimed many. While she felt sorry for the man's family, she felt that the man deserved everything that he'd get throughout the night, and then be executed for the death he caused.

It had not taken too long before Emma had left the theater with her parents and went back to their house and she had fallen asleep in her bed not too long after. She wondered, if the man's family knew about him being a mage, and if they knew, she could understand that they'd not want to sell him out, but by not doing so, they had technically helped in this disaster. While she did not wish them harm, they deserved the emotional stress of this if they did know.

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Emma had woken up in the morning. She had started preparing for her trip, but now there was another thing that she would do before she left. She'd watch the criminal get his justice. After getting dressed and placed the backpack on her back, she started using her spear as a walking stick and was walking down towards the square where the man would be executed. That he was human only proved that evil could exist in anyone, and not only elves, but she tried not to think about it too much. 

She entered the square just as people started gathering in the streets, and she walked straight through it all to get a good view on the execution site. She had been there before, but this would probably be her last time seeing it in the capital in her lifetime, or so she hoped. She hoped that mages would learn, and seal away their powers, never to be used again. Now, there was only the wait left.