<i>Deacon Sol Ghenst of Blackstaff.</i><br/><br/>The name struck a chord inside of her somehow, and not long after he asked her name did she realize why it had. Blackstaff was not a common place to hear about in this part of the world, or rather, the part of the world that she came from. There were stories she'd heard as a young child, although not much had been spoken about Blackstaff in quite some time. It intrigued Emery that this man was from elsewhere - perhaps he could help her in her journey to find Kodama. That would mean trusting him without reason, and that was something Emery was not sure she could do. Entertain his conversation, though, that was something she absolutely could do, and even though she frowned when he called her little one, she replied with her name as well.<br/><br/><b>"Emery Crestbane of Arrowpeak. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you, sir."</b>She raised her glass and gave him a nod.<b>"I only play characters when a good one is needed. Obviously that production was growing a bit stale, but I think it ended nicely. Her exit was beautifully performed."</b>A soft giggle at her jesting comments bubbled up inside of her chest. Emery cleared her throat to keep it down. There was no sense in looking like a child in front of a room full of men. She'd be taken for a weakling if that were the case, and then she would never find out more information on her beloved Salamander.<br/><br/>Deacon thought about her potential, but it was the honest truth that Emery didn't know she had such a thing. To her, the world was a dark, hate-filled place and the only home of safety was back inside of her forest with her creatures. Perhaps that was part of the truth, but also perhaps, there was more to this world that she needed to be pushed to experience. How long had it been since she had properly interacted with another human being outside out barter? This was the first conversation that she'd had in quite some time. Deacon, the man at the counter, seemed to give her a curious look, which brought about a soft blush to her pale cheeks. Damn her red hair and her frail looking skin - it made every embarrassing moment even worse.<br/><br/><b>"He'd like to know what you want to eat, lady."</b>Gar stated as he stood in front of her table. Emery looked questioningly toward Deacon then back at Gar before she thought about the amount of coin in her purse. It was going to grow low quickly, and she'd be smart to take any free meal that she could.<br/><br/><b>"Alright - give me your most filling meal, if you've got anything."</b>If there was anything left, it could be saved for tomorrow before it spoiled.<br/><br/><b>"You'll need to join him at the counter, m'lady. His instructions. I imagine he'd like to converse more with you in private."</b>Gar gave Emery a wink, which deepened her blush, but she nodded and stood up to follow the brute to the counter. Gar nodded to a seat two down from Deacon and pulled it out for her to sit. She thanked him quickly and made herself comfortable while they waited for their food in silence. Emery didn't know what to say to Deacon, but the minute that a large bowl of hot stew was placed in front of her, she knew exactly what to say.<br/><br/><b>"Thank you for the food, Deacon."</b>Emery said with a smile.<b>"Tis not every day that a strange purchases my meals. It is most appreciated, although it is not necessary if that was not the intention."</b><br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="294" data-username="@Annukai" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/294/">@Annukai</a>