Hida Emi feels the weight of her tetsubo crash through the oni.  She spins to find another one of the vile creatures, but finds them all destroyed.  Normally she prefers to fight with her katana, but smashing oni spawn with her war club is viscerally exciting.  She pauses for a moment, then shakes off her tetsubo in a quick flick to clean off the stain of the oni's blood.<br/><br/>Then Emi walks over to the mask.  She sets the tip of her tetsubo against the ground and hunkers down next to the mask, holding her hilt of her club against her shoulder as she peers at the mask curiously, without touching it.<br/><br/>"Sometimes, Shadowlands artifacts can taint those who bear them," she announces, reaching into her armour to rummage about for her stick of jade.  "Best not to touch it."<br/><br/>Emi peers at the mask for a moment, hoping some memory is sparked about what the nature of the mask is.  If she can't think of anything, she pokes it with the finger of jade to make sure it isn't corrupted.