<span style="font-family:Raleway">At the shock in her newfound companion’s voice, Emberline could discern that the cause of whatever had just eliminated their enemy certainly wasn’t him. He wouldn’t have acted nearly as surprised if it had been him. At least, Emberline couldn’t see it being possible. Then again, she tended to trust her own instincts a bit too much in situations like this and didn’t like to think she was capable of being fooled. In reality, she really was. It just took a lot to succeed. <br/>
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Emberline wasn’t considering it possible that she might’ve been fooled, though, so she answered honestly when he asked. “I don’t know. It wasn’t me. I… I thought maybe it had been you, but…” Clearly, that wasn’t the case. <br/>
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Following his lead, Emberline walked through the carnage after sheathing her scimitar and she tried to find any clue as to what might have caused this whole situation. They had definitely been looking for a book, but there was nothing that suggested which book they were looking for or what they’d intended to do with it if they found it and that made the situation a lot harder. The brunette elven woman actually nearly cursed under her breath for not waiting to see what they were looking for before interrupting their wagon search to fight them. That would’ve been the smart thing to do. <br/>
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Her gaze drifted back to the other elf at the scene as he investigated the deaths that had a locatable cause. So the man was dead. Tragic. However, Emberline’s eyes narrowed when he apologized because she had no idea what he was apologizing for. Before she got the chance to ask, though, he was introducing himself and it was probably a good thing that he did because Emberline had forgotten formalities as well; actually, it had been so long since she’d been in the presence of another elf that she very nearly forgot that a formal greeting existed among her own kind. However, seeing it brought the memories right back and as he touched his brow, Emberline did the same. She wouldn’t quite bow even though she knew she should, and that was simply because Emberline couldn’t bring herself to fully associate with the ways of her former people. <br/>
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“Pleasure to meet you,” Emberline stated briskly. “You may call me Ember. Most others do.” Glancing back at the scene briefly, she added, “I don’t know what you’re apologizing for because you’ve done no wrong here, Psy. Your help was actually likely invaluable.” She would never know how things would’ve ended if he hadn’t showed up; Emberline didn’t doubt that she could’ve fended for herself, but that didn’t mean the end would’ve been any less gruesome. <br/>
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Moving steadily, Emberline started moving about to pick up the books that had been scattered everywhere. She moved to toss them back into the wagon, but she wasn’t sure how well that would work since the wagon was on its side and likely no longer functioning. It was a conundrum. <br/>
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However, in her movements, she also noticed that Psy wasn’t moving at all. It was then that she noticed the book in his hand and thought to ask, “Something wrong? Have you never encountered a magic tome before?”</span>