I am ….I am…Emily.” The woman swallowed and bowed her head, “It’th …It’th good to meet you. Betty was the first to be offered a hand that bore a number of burns that could easily passed off as an accident, though a couple were more than dubious. “Thith ith Rothmary,” The girl of perhaps five looked up and smiled at Betty. She appeared polite enough. “Please can I go an play mummy….” Emily tensed a little, “Well…Yeth…but pleathe not too far.” For most of the time her head was bowed.<br/><br/>Whitney was now aware of what this woman was, and the one that clung to her.<br/><br/>Alan had been very tolerant considering his own predicament, though now he was aware that Cath was not here he had to pull up the slack, even though he was becoming increasingly able to perform these tasks, perhaps it would not be long until he had to give up his mantel not with the pack but with the Vagabonds. His daughter was not one that could take over…perhaps another might show their face. He hoped so…<br/><br/>Just after the introductions had been made Alan walked into the bar.<br/>