Emera waits and watches people go about the last of the preparations, gazing over to a boy and an old half-orc man lift the last of the barrels into one of the wagons. “Well he’s kind of cute” she thinks to herself eying up the boy. Continuing to look around she look at one of the few people she knows so far in the caravan, Brendon.<br/><br/>Walking over to Brendon she notices him listening into the cart the weird girl went. Sneaking up to him she over hears the voice of two girls talking in cart.  Focusing back on Brendon Emera softly speaks into his ear “it’s not very polite to snoop on girls talk.”<br/>