“Hmm I don't think I've ever met Emmy before.” Esmerelda says as she takes the silver pieces and puts them into her money pouch. “Alright then I shall return shortly.” She says as she slides off the stool and makes her way through the crowd. As she makes her way to the door her form seems shift so that by the time she reached the door she appeared to look more akin to a beggar that appeared to be on the wrong side of town.<br/><br/>Pulling her now apparent ragged cloak over her head she shuffles on down to the poorer part of town to  the Wet cup. When she arrives she peeks out from her cloak as she looks around the place. “Excuse me but I am looking for Emmy? I was sent here by the kind mistress of the From barrel to Roast to pick up a few chickens.”