Emma a traversé les égouts sans cérémonie. Scarlet a demandé une explication, ce qui était assez juste - ils ont effectivement détruit sa ville natale, après tout. Comment je mets ça? Emma a frotté l'arrière de son cou. "Eh bien... comme je l'ai dit, nous sommes des voyageurs," Emma a vu cela comme un mensonge total. C'était peut-être techniquement des gens du voyage, mais en vérité, ils n'étaient encore qu'un peu plus citadins. Ils étaient à l'extérieur des murs d'Enn depuis quoi, un jour? Mais il valait mieux garder votre main cachée, d'autant plus qu'elle n'avait aucune idée de qui était cet enfant; emprunter le titre de voyageur pourrait s'avérer utile. Les voyageurs étaient franchement effrayants pour la plupart des gens, ce qui était tout le mieux pour Emma. « Nous travaillions à éliminer une maladie qui s'est propagée entre les villes, puis le démon du bois nous a attaqués et nous a poursuivis vers cette ville. Nous avons perdu un de nos compagnons, la fille d'avant, et nous devons la trouver puis sortir de cette ville. C'est le long et le court." Emma parlait avec confiance, en mettant un masque de faux bravado alors que ses vraies émotions ne pouvaient pas être plus loin. En vérité, elle avait peur, hors de sa profondeur, et voulait vraiment rentrer chez elle. Si seulement Forivel était encore en vie. Il aurait su quoi faire... pour le marquis, pour cette affaire de voyageurs, pour tout.
Mais elle savait, comme elle l'a fait si souvent, qu'il n'y avait pas le temps de s'attarder sur ce qui aurait pu être. La lumière vers laquelle ils marchaient s'approchait de plus en plus. Il a finalement grandi pour révéler une sorte de costume mécanisé d'armure- une vue inconnue pour la fille d'Enn, une ville dépourvue de beaucoup de technologies étranges qu'ils avaient vu ici. Le mech semblait être sur ses dernières jambes, rouillées, cassées, et avec une jambe littéralement endommagée. Un garçon sortit de la mech, souriant et poussant des absurdités. La jeune fille a lentement hurlé, seulement quelque peu comprendre ce qu'il disait. Elle aimait les plantes, pas la philosophie. "Tu veux de l'argent? Qu'allez-vous faire de quelques dollars pendant que la ville sera détruite?" Elle s'est ébranlée la tête. "Ça n'a pas vraiment d'importance, n'est-ce pas? Si vous voulez bien nous montrer la sortie, bien sûr." Emma a traîné dans son sac, elle a apporté de l'argent avec elle, même si elle n'était pas sûre de l'utilité qu'il y aurait à l'extérieur de la ville. Elle a finalement présenté un gros sac de pièces de monnaie. Ce n'était pas tout pour lui, bien sûr. Elle ouvrit la pochette et présenta deux pièces d'or.
"Ça suffit?"
A plucky, easygoing botanist and expert healer with a dark secret, aspiring to catalog the plants of the world outside the wall.

Courtesy of madspartan013
Emma always had one core belief that dictated her work: Do no harm. She always believed she would never hurt anyone. She just wanted to help people.
She just wanted to help.
Emma remembers when she was a child, exploring the Botanical Garden of Enn. The sticky hot humid air, the fragrant smell that permeated all, the hustle and bustle of the botanists going about their work, cultivating plants for use in poultices and potions. She remembers when she approached one of them, she was no more than ten, a kindly old man with wrinkled skin and wild gray hair, wearing a ridiculous beard that grew all the way to his feet. She still smiles fondly when she remembers what she said to him before her mother could stop her: "Can you teach me to help people like you?" The old man gave a large toothy smile, and nodded.
I just wanted to help.
From then on Forivel was her mentor. He taught her all that she knew, the art of healing and alchemy and how to grow and cultivate plants and everything that they could do. She grew underneath him and came to love him like a grandfather. All this time he never seemed to age, or at least Emma never noticed if he did, until his senses dulled and his hands became less reliable. He relied on her more and more, until one day she took over his work completely, running the apothecary he had run for all his life. When Forivel died, it was passed on to her.
I never wanted anyone to die.
She ran it very successfully. She was soon touted as one of the most adept healers in Enn, as Forivel once was, and her services were sought by many. When the nobles of Enn began seeking out her shop her business flourished. All seemed well, but the city of Enn had a dark side. When the Marquis Dufor found his way through the door of Emma's shop, things took a turn for the worst. The Marquis was an influential nobleman inside Enn, but no amount of influence would overcome his Colic- a disease which caused him great pain. For that, he needed Emma. She readily agreed to prepare a remedy, which she would deliver to him on the morrow.
I never wanted the Marquis to die.
As it happened, the Marquis Dufor was disliked by the common people. Touted as an exploitative force that endangered the peaceful ecosystem of Enn, people noticed when he went to Emma for help. Not soon after the Marquis left her shop a man clad in a heavy cloak that hid his face came to her door, speaking of a proposition. He came inside, stating simply that if she killed the Marquis she would be doing Enn a service. When Emma refused, he told her, once again very plainly, that if she didn't kill the Marquis his people would make trouble for her and her family. She told the man sternly to leave. But, despite her words, she feared for her family, her mother and father, and her siblings.
No one would know that I killed him.
The next day, when she delivered the Marquis' medicine, she laced it with Atropa Belladonna. Deadly nightshade, an effective poison. He thanked her for her help, and payed her. When the Marquis perished it seemed that other noblemen were almost relieved, and the city cared little for his death. No one connected her to his death, not taking notice of the simple apothecary. The man came back, telling her that she had done the right thing, delivering a parcel of gold for her. Everything seemed to work out fine, but Emma was racked with guilt. She had been reduced to an assassin, betrayed her mentor's ideals, and taken a life. She couldn't stand being in Enn anymore, so when the Traveler called, she accepted. She needed a fresh start.
I would have a chance to help people all over.