Emmaline stood on her tiptoes attempting to peer over Beren's shoulder to look at the crate and not making any immediate mood to leave. She was interested to see what was so in demand that a man would risk attacking an armed knight for it. Whenever something was in demand it was likely there was money to be made and she would dearly like to be able to afford something better than the rags she was currently dressed in.

"I'm Emmaline," she said with a bright smile by way of introduction, given that the man hadn't just shoved her back into the taproom she suspected she could use his own manners against him, at least for a few moments.

"I came in with some refugees, you probably saw us on the way through," she continued making a vague gesture back towards those members of her little party who had not yet left the tavern.

"Your name is Beren? I saw you attack that knight," she continued to bubble finally allowing the youth to shift her backwards towards the door now that she had used the time to get a good look at the crate. She turned slightly making it more difficult than it needed to be to put the young man off balance.

"Do you go around attacking knight's all the time? That is very bold of you, did he want that crate?" she prattled on.


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