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[center] [sub] Interacting with Bobby [@Aerandir] and sorta with Andvari [@Fetzen][/sub] [/center]
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Seren’s Folly was just as it had always been. When Emiliah was still in her early years of hunting she always felt that it would be somewhat different every time she returned from a hunt. Every time she was disappointed. It didn’t matter how much evil was in the world, life would always move on. 

But seeing those things never got easier. To see how fragile humans had allowed themselves to become. To see how useless parents were at protecting their young. It was the reason she fought, because most people wouldn’t or couldn’t. 

After returning from  Goldencrest she went straight home to scrub herself of every evil thing she’d come in contacts with, a habit that had formed after her father had gotten too sick to hunt anymore,  before heading to The Witches Paradise.  But no amount of scrubbing could make her feel clean on this night.  Her hair was still wet when she left her house again. Lines of water droplets soaked her tunic.  But it was  either leave now or starve. Buying and keeping food just never seemed to end well in a house so rarely inhabited. 

It was still early enough in the year that the warm summer days gave way to brisk spring nights. The warmth of the tavern was welcome, if the mood itself was far more somber than usual.  The familiar smells of food, beer, a hard day's labor  and faint scents of lavender calmed her nerves at once. It was the smell of the Witches Paradise. The smell of  victory and assurance that you lived to fight another day.  Although there was no victory today, there was the promise of one tomorrow. 

On the far side of the bar were two of the hunters who had ventured with her to Goldencrest. They  were talking about the possibilities of the attack having come from demons. A topic that had been throwing around a lot while still in Goldencrest. Alongside witches and worse.  Emiliah ignored them, not wanting the sight of the slaughter to haunt her anymore than it already had. Besides, if it was demons, well...with the hunters current numbers and ferocity of the attack...it was best to hope that it wasn’t demons.  

“[color=9966CC]Bobby,[/color]” she said, lacking her usual finesse. “ [color=9966CC]Mug and some food? If Sophie made any more of that soup from yesterday...it would be welcomed,[/color]”  She waited a few moments before a bouncing bar maid flitted in and out of her line of sight. “ [color=9966CC] I see that Sapphire is back. It’ll be good that you have some help,”[/color]

With her meal being handled, she  settled back on the stool, her eyes drifting over the other patrons. The nearest of which was a giant of a man.  Although he occupied  a single stool, his height made it seem like he took up much more space.  That trait alone made him just unique enough that there was a good chance he was new.  Even if he was a terrible hunter,  his height alone would have made him known.  

Social niceties were never her strongest suit and she was too far past exhausted to ‘play nice’ but if there was something that her father always push, it was taking every opportunity to meet a new hunter.  People tended to watch the backs of acquaintances better than strangers. “[color=9966CC]Hello...you’ve probably never heard this before...but you are very tall,[/color]”  Social niceties….not ….good.