Emily had spent the time since the attack on the Dwarven outpost mostly in the Mountians. She had learned the Dwarves used lava to fuel some of their forges, and that led to an exploration of the entire mountian network while there was a lull in Horde activity. She was so engrossed in this, that she was rarely at the lair, any almost always out. Never beyond contact, however. Even if Emily was to distracted to anwser, there was always one of the spirits in her mind that checked in, and maybe chatted a bit, if it was the Overseer, or the Kitsune.
But, when the day came, and the Master called all his servants to the Lair, Emily was errily quiet. She could not, in anyway, be contacted. Even the spirits had gone silent, and the entire thing was as if she had never existed, or simply dropped off the face of the world. It was uncertain if the Master would even notice this lack, she was after all just another face in the crowd. A cute, spell-slinging face, but a face none the less. It was not as if she was the most favoured of them all, or had really done anything to attract the Keeper's attention enough to be noticed immidiately when she was mysteriously absent.