Amora sipped her cider, feeling eyes watching, hoping that she would succeed. It was unnerving to have this much pressure on one's shoulders. She listened, if only to keep the others from wondering what she was on about.<br/><br/>She didn't decide to linger, and eventually caught up to her master before he entered a room she was not allowed in. "You chose that story on purpose, getting everyone all hopeful even though we still don't know if I can succeed or not. Why give them false hope only to let them be let down?"